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WARNING:
      This story is fiction and should be treated as such.
      The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex.
      If you're not an adult or reading descriptive sex stories upsets you,
don't read any further.
     I'm not the author.  I don't have the talent.
     I can only be the "TheEditor," (grobert@soho.ios.com)


                                 An Unholy Lust
                                   Chapter 1

      Julie Moore looked around the Argon Gallery on 52nd Street in New York
City and realized that if she was accepted by this gallery, if in fact her next
one woman show was to be presented there... she would be made in the art scene.
All the greats of the new movement were represented in this gallery, Larry
Rutherford, Andrew Wylan, Georgia Morris, just to name a few and she Julie
Moore hoped to join their ranks.

      She caught sight of herself in a long baroque mirror on the far wall of
the main gallery, not bad, not bad she mused to herself as she took in her tall
lithe figure, her shapely legs extending from her mini skirt, her large firm
breasts amply displayed in her stretch knit top.  She was glad that she had
worn her long blonde hair down, she flailed it around a little the way her
model friend Carole did when she was goofing around in her studio, and flashed
her mischievous green eyes at herself.  She had heard that Philip Randolph was
quite susceptible to women and she intended to pull a little at his heart
strings... not that she wanted more than that, she was too loyal to her husband
Randy... still she didn't mind a little flirtation here and there, it was good
for the Soul! Besides, of late she had seen so little of Randy that she needed
a little flirtation to stop her from getting too horny.  She had noticed
consistently that when she was preparing for a new show she needed all the male
energy she could get, it was almost as if she fed upon it during those times
and with Randy around she had been lacking in that direction.  Not that David,
her beloved, faithful fellow artist, didn't give her a lot of love, it just was
different.  They had known each other for so long she just couldn't imagine
being his lover, although before she had met her husband Randy they had had a
mad affair but it hadn't lasted for too long.

      "Mrs. Moore, Mr. Randolph will see you now," the receptionist at the desk
purred.

      Julie allowed herself to be led into a sumptuous office, full of antiques
and oriental carpets and lots of plants.  Umm... she thought to herself, this
man has taste, that's for sure.  She gasped to herself as she looked around the
walls of his office at the dearth of famous artists represented... hope I'll be
there one day she thought strongly to herself.

      "Mrs. Moore, good to see you," Philip Randolph beamed from behind his
desk.  "Ever since Larry's party I've been longing to chat with you.  You know
Larry is nuts about your work, he thinks that you are the best thing since
him!"

      Julie smiled shyly, she wasn't used to such compliments from such famous
artists, still she liked it.  It was true, the famous Larry Rutherford had been
the one who had prompted her to move to New York City.  The West Coast is
alright, he had told her when he had seen her work in San Francisco but if you
really want to make the art scene, you've got to move to New York... it's the
only place.  I promise you if you come to the city I'll do whatever I can in my
power to help you.

      "Mrs. Moore," she heard Philip Randolph talking to her again, "tell me a
little about yourself, where did you grow up, what kind of art training did you
have, where do you derive your inspiration from... in short my dear everything
about you."

      For the next half hour Julie expounded upon her life, her work, her
marriage to Randy, her source of inspiration and Philip Randolph listened
attentively.  If Julie could at that moment have read the Gallery owner's mind
she probably would have left the building... but then again she might not have
done, she was a very ambitious and determined young woman.  Philip Randolph was
studying Julie, he liked what he saw, he was extremely fond of women,
especially beautiful women and Julie was certainly a luscious piece of
femininity.  He caught his breath inwardly everytime she crossed and uncrossed
her legs wondering if she realized that when she did so he could see clearly up
to her flimsy panties, he almost thought one time that he caught sight of her
darling little pussy, he could see blonde pussy hairs for sure curling around
the black panties and the rest he could well imagine.  Her breasts too were
large and firm and he could see that she wasn't wearing any kind of brassiere,
her nipples would at various times harden and press again her tight sweater and
Philip Randolph at one point thought he would go out of his mind with desire.
However, he knew that he had to play his cards correctly and anyway he didn't
have to worry, he had the ace up his  sleeve.

      "Well Julie, that's fascinating," he smiled now as the young woman
finished her story, "yes Al Cortini told me a little about you."

      "Al Cortini," Julie caught her breath sharply at the mention of the
gallery owner who had given her her first big show in San Francisco... and lots
more besides that!

      "Yes, why are you so surprised Julie, all we big art dealers in the
country know each other, some of us quite intimately.  Al and I have been
friends for years, we've shared quite a few things in our time... do you know
what I mean Julie?"

      "I'm not sure Mr. Randolph," Julie said slowly knowing now full well what
he was aiming at.  Oh curse, thought the young artist to herself, I thought
that would be the last time I'd have to fuck a gallery owner to get my work
exhibited...  Damn!  Why does life catch up with you.

      "I think you do Julie.  Let's put it this way, you go home, think about
it.  If you want to give me what I want then I'll give you a one woman show and
believe me Julie, you'll be made here in New York City after that, there'll be
no need of favors after that for you my dear, believe me... but... for your
first show, you'll have to give a little something more than your art work.
Call me tomorrow."

      Julie realized that her interview was over, she was stunned. It was true
a show had been offered her but the terms were a little steep, she would have
to think about it... she would have to think about it a lot!

      Julie Moore let herself into the studio she had newly rented on West 11th
Street with her husband Randy.  The first thing she did was to pour herself a
stiff brandy and sit down in her comfortable chair to think things over.  Her
head had been reeling all the way downtown from the gallery...  Al Cortini had
actually told Philip Randolph of his triumph over her... what a bastard and he
had promised not to ever tell anyone.  Obviously she had been a fool to trust
him.

      She remembered now the first time she had taken her artwork to his
gallery, it had been 5:00 p.m. almost closing time and by the end of her
interview she had realized that she was now alone in the gallery with Al
Cortini.  Somehow or other, she recalled now, she had known something was going
to happen.  She shuddered a little as she thought of his thick paunchy Italian
body, his balding head and his watery, slightly bloodshot brown eyes.  He
wasn't exactly God's gift to women, she remembered.  She didn't drink much then
but she had accepted a scotch and soda and then another and she recalled now
how before she knew what was happening she was sitting on his couch and he was
fondling her breasts.

      "Please Mr. Cortini," she protested in an anguished voice noticing for
the first time the obvious bulge in his pants... yes that was how it had all
begun... she leaned back now in her chair in her studio on West 11th Street and
fully allowed herself to disappear into the memory of that fateful evening.

      "Come off it baby," Al Cortini sneered, "don't tell me you didn't know I
would want a little piece of your ass for a show. You've wiggled it at me
enough by this time to excite me."

      Then, as he massaged at the tender softness of her breasts, he pulled her
back against him until she felt the hardness of his erect penis grinding into
the small of her back.

      "Mr. Cortini," please stop she pleaded and yet already she realized that
she wasn't resisting him as much as she could have done, already there were
delicious sensations spreading from her tingling breasts, warming her belly and
deep in her loins, a tiny flame of arousal seared her.  She could hardly
believe that it was happening to her, she was quite contented with her husband
Randy even though he was away a little more on business than she cared for...
still she had never dreamed of being unfaithful to him.

      "Stop!" she shouted out now, jumping up from the couch and running to the
door only to find that it had been locked.

      Turning back to the gallery owner now she gasped in amazement as he
pulled the couch out into a double bed and she shuddered as she realized that
soon she would be on her back on it.  Her eyes traveled to Al Cortini now as he
began to strip off his clothes, revealing his stubby body and paunchy belly to
her horrified gaze. Her eyes were drawn like a magnet to his monster
cock-shaft, standing out at an acute angle from his loins.  She could see the
throbbing beat of his heart in it; below his testicles hung free in the sagging
sac of his scrotum, but even as she watched, she saw the slow contractions as
it was drawn up and became more wrinkled and tight, pulling his balls tip
closer to his body. Julie knew that his penis was much too large, that it would
never be able to fit into the petite opening of her vagina.  God! she thought,
he'll tear me apart.  She remembered how painful it had been the first time
that Randy had made love to her and his cock was no-where near the size of Al
Cortini's.

      "Strip baby," she heard him growl.  Julie made a snap decision there and
then, she wanted a one woman show, she would do whatever it took to get one,
even this lewd act.  She unzipped her mini skirt and let it fall to the floor,
then she pulled off her tight cotton knit top revealing her luscious white tits
trembling before his lascivious gaze.

      "Damn!  You're a lovely piece!" Cortini told her, his jaw going slack and
his lecherous eyes widening with salacious desire as he gaped at her, seeing
the curvaceous shapeliness of her legs, her smoothly tapered thighs and her
flimsy black panties.  She had not been able to tear her eyes away from the
hardened, thick length of his cock, and as she watched, she saw his hand grip
it. With a lewd leer, he stroked his cock-shaft, withdrawing the loose and
heavy foreskin, the blood-filled head seeming to slide out like some Primeval
serpent monster wriggling out of its lair.

      "Like it baby," he grinned lewdly.  "Just wait till I shove it in that
tight little cunt of yours.  Then you'll know that you've really been fucked."

      "No!  No!  No!" she screamed wildly thinking of a way to escape from his
evil clutches.

      "You're trapped baby and I'm going to fuck you." His mouth came down on
hers savagely, his thick wet tongue bursting furiously between her lips to bore
deep into her mouth probingly.

      Julie struggled in the circle of his arms, still torn between the desire
to escape and the desire to have her show.  She felt his hands now tearing at
her panties and she knew that her doom was sealed.  She knew that she would
have to take command of the situation soon otherwise he would rape her, she
would rather give herself to him than allow herself to be brutally raped.

      She felt herself being pulled back now onto the bed and she watched with
frozen horror as he stroked the soft, inner sides of her thighs with deliberate
and obvious enjoyment.  Then, his hands were there on either side of her almost
unused pussy.  Placing a thumb on either side of her coral-pink cuntal slit, he
slowly, torturously, drew the glistening lips apart to lay bare her most secret
portal.  Then, he lowered his head down between her fear-trembling thighs to
see better.

      "Damn it, you're tight baby," he groaned, "I can hardly wait to plunder
that pussy of yours."  With a grunt of sheer pleasure, Al Cortini dropped his
bald head between her thighs, feeling her quiver like an aspen, uncontrollably,
and his long, pink, pointed tongue shot moistly into that deliciously inviting
hole, the tip of worming through the tight slit into the warm depths of her
pussy.

      Julie's body jerked convulsively and her buttocks ground down on the bed.
"My God!" she screamed, "what are you doing to me?"

      Julie began to sob now, it was one thing to allow this vile man to fuck
her but now he was about to suck her pussy and she had never even allowed her
husband Randy to do that, although he had wanted to do it many times.  She felt
his tongue pressing upward and she felt the full erotic effect of it as he
began licking teasingly up and down the short, spikily turgid length of her
clitoris.  Despite herself, Julie was beginning to feel wonderfully ecstatic
and delicious sensations whirling through her body, she hadn't wanted to give
in to him but now she felt that she couldn't help it as instinctively her hips
began to undulate in tiny circles up to his mouth.  "Please?  D-don't do
that... to me!"

      Al Cortini stopped and looked up at the tormented girl now, his lips
glistening from the viscid moisture of her pussy, and as she stared at him, not
understanding she saw him run his tongue over his lips savoring the flavor of
her.

      "Baby," he said, "I'd like to eat your cunt until you're climbing the
walls... but I can't wait much longer!"

      His muscular body moved up over her, and he lowered his lips to suck up a
ruby nipple, his mouth opening to take the coned-out hardness of it completely
inside his mouth, including the darker pink of its aureola and a generous
portion of the soft, white flesh of her breast.  She mewled softly now as the
erotic sensations started to sear up her spine...  I can't hold out, she
groaned to herself, I've got to give in to him.

      "Oh baby, you're ripe to fuck," he growled, "and I'm going to fuck the
living hell out of you."  He ground the shaft of his turgid cock against her,
moving it up and down in her cuntal slit and making sure that her clitoris came
in for its share of teasing arousal.  His hand moved down now to grasp the
thick length of his menacing penis; she whimpered, her breath catching in her
throat as once more she gazed at the thickness and length of his turgid shaft.
Her head rolled from side to side in agony now as the rubbery tip of his cock
pushed hard against her tightly resisting hole.  "Oooooooooohhhhhh!  My
Godddddddddd!"

      "Aaaaaaggghhhhhh!  Ooooooooooooooo!" she screamed as suddenly his massive
cock-head slipped into her tiny, cuntal opening, and she felt the tissues
stretched cruelly, excruciatingly.

      She knew that everything was going to give way, rip apart and that she
was going to be fucked like she had never been fucked before in her life.

      Al Cortini was in ecstasy.  Christ!  She's tight!  He loved to feel her
tiny opening wrapped around his turgid cock-head.

      Julie screamed futilely, writhing her hips recoilingly in an attempt to
rid her tortured vagina of his huge, presence.  Then, his heavy chest came down
on her, his avid mouth capturing hers, his teeth chewing at her lips and
tongue.  She gasped with pain while below he began to pound his hard cock in
and out of her with feral abandon, until she was sure she would go insane.  On
and on he pounded and Julie moaned in desperate anguish, suddenly she felt his
hot white cum spurted into her as lie dashed himself against her writhing body.
"Aaaaaaghhhhhhhhh!  Yessssss!!!!" he grimaced between gritted teeth as the full
throes of his orgasm hit him.  Julie was relieved, it was all over and as Al
Cortini's now deflating prick pulled out of her she breathed a sigh of relief.

      "Oh baby," he groaned, "you're something.  Don't turn away I haven't
finished with you yet."  As he spoke he spread her tightly clenched thighs and
staring lasciviously at her defenselessly exposed cuntal plane, he could see
her coral-hued cuntal lips and the sparse blonde hair lining them.  Then the
gallery owner lowered his head until it was only an inch away from her brutally
ravaged young pussy.  He savored her moistly heated vagina and his hungry eyes
devoured the delectable pink feast awaiting him.

      "Now I can suck you baby."

      "Oh No!" sobbed Julie, "please leave me alone now!" But even as the poor
girl moaned in desperate anguish, the older man dropped his head relentlessly
downward, and, with a loud moan of hunger, his hot mouth found her sensitive
pussy flesh and began licking at it greedily.  With a convulsive shudder, he
buried his face deeper in her warmly performed flesh, flicking his tongue up
and down the full length of her hair-lined slit.

      Despite her determination to remain aloof from his merciless attack on
her young body, the despairing young woman gasped with sudden passion as his
prodding tongue lashed into the tiny bud of her clitoris.  A shower of
forbidden pleasure shot through her naked body like flashes of molten
lightning.  "Oh noooooo," she moaned frantically, "stop!"  It was bad enough
that he was forcing her to accept his unwanted advances, but she couldn't allow
herself to enjoy it... that was too much!  "Stop!" she cried again, desperately
trying to push his burrowing head out of the vee of her wide-splayed thighs.
She was almost sobbing with despair now as his invading tongue darted into her
sensitive cuntal passage.

      And then she thrashed like a fish on a hook as he nipped at the throbbing
bud of her clitoris with his teeth, gently massaging it into full erection with
the softness of his moistly heated lips.  And then her quivering asscheeks were
shamelessly pumping up and down as she thrust her wet, wide open cunt up
against his face, suddenly wanting that ecstatically plunging tongue deeper up
inside her fiery little pussy.

      The older Gallery owner's eyes were slitted as he stared up into the
lust-contorted face of this lovely young artist.  He felt that he had never
tongue-raped a sweeter pussy than hers.  And the fact that he was finally
turning her on made his thick throbbing cock grow harder and swell to even
greater proportions.

      Julie moaned with incoherent desire as she ground her hips wantonly up
off the bed, writhing and breathing hard in mindless passion, unintelligible
guttural sounds escaping her lust-constricted throat.  Oh, God, she moaned to
herself.  I never imagined anything could be this wonderful!

      She arched her back upward forcing her hotly throbbing cunt up into his
face as his tongue plunged deeper up into her welcoming vaginal furrow.  His
mouth made wet slurping noises as he licked upward again through the tiny
fleshy slit to a point where he was able to nip at her throbbing little
clitoris with his teeth, and then, downward again to thrust his flickering
tongue all the way up into her hotly clasping pussy, while Julie put the back
of her hand to her lips to choke back a scream of rapture.

      "Aaaaaaggghhhhhh..." she shrieked, and her tingling body shuddered into
spasming jolts.  Her entire voluptuous body writhed out of control now as she
felt the blazing flashes of orgasm searing ecstatically through her pulsing
cunt and spread like wildfire throughout her body.  Nothing in all her
experience had prepared her for the terrifying pleasure she now felt coursing
through her ravished loins and she opened her mouth and let out a long moaning
wail.  "Eeeeeeaaaaahhhhhh... oooooohhhhhh, God!" she groaned as her first
orgasm of her entire life surged relentlessly through her tender flesh.

      Later, after Al had given her body an entire massage, they had fucked
again, this time more gently and Julie had come to realize that there was more
to a man than his looks.  Certainly she would never have gone for a man like Al
Cortini and yet he was by far the best lover she had ever had.  She hadn't
intended for their relationship to continue either and yet it had, their
constant meetings to discuss her show and Randy's constant absence from home
had allowed their lovemaking to develop into a delightful affair.  Finally,
however she had eased off the relationship and she knew that Al had other
ladies in his life, it had been a wonderful interlude after the first brutal
session. She never had thought for one moment, however, that it would catch up
with her present life, she was shocked.

      Julie Moore came back from her reverie now and shook her head, she could
hardly believe that Al had talked about her that way to Philip Randolph, she
was hurt, she had always thought it was their little secret and she had never
thought she would have to pay with her body for another show... how wrong she
had been... how very wrong!


                              UnhlyLst.txt -- 2/6

                                 An Unholy Lust
                                   Chapter 2

      Julie Moore awoke the following morning, clear in her thinking, knowing
full well what she was going to do.  She had spent most of the previous evening
mulling over her problems, thinking about how hard it would be to get started
in New York City without a gallery, not wanting to rely on her husband's salary
forever to sustain her.  It was good that Randy had always earned enough money
to take care of the rent and all their expenses but Julie felt that she wanted
to be able to support herself, buy her own art supplies, have a little money to
buy clothes with when she wanted them, even travel a little.  She had already
accepted the fact that Randy would be away from home a lot and knew that she
too wanted to travel with or without him.

      She thought now of her handsome young husband and as she did so an
excited tingle ran throughout her entire body, oh God! she wanted him... why
wasn't he here?  At 28, Randy Moore was already one of the most sought after
literary agents in the country. First he set up business in San Francisco, that
was good but since they had moved to New York City his career had catapulted.
He spent his time now flying between Hollywood, London and Paris. Julie often
wondered if he had other women on his travels, several times she had hinted at
the subject but Randy had always assured her that he was faithful to her,
although of late she had noticed that he had become more and more evasive on
the subject.  He always teased her about being so jealous and yet she couldn't
help it, he was such a handsome man.  She wondered what he would have done if
he had ever found out that she had made love with Al Cortini and now about to
make love with Philip Randolph... would he understand, she thought disturbedly
to herself?  She didn't know... but she would take that chance... she had to
have her one-woman show!

                                  *    *    *

      "Mr.  Randolph will see you now Mrs. Moore," the secretary purred once
again flipping on the intercom switch to her bosses' office, "do you need me
further Mr. Randolph?" she asked.

      "No, no, Silvia, you can go for the evening."

      "Thank you Mr. Randolph, see you in the morning."

      "Yes, yes Silvia, show Mrs. Moore in please."

      Julie Moore had decided... she knew how the cards were stacked.  She was
coming to Philip Randolph's office for one thing and one thing only, to allow
him to fuck her so that she could get her show.

      "Ah Julie, how lovely you look," the older man smiled as the young woman
seated herself.

      "Thank you Mr. Randolph," she purred.

      "How about a drink, scotch and soda?"

      "Yes please."

      "You know Julie, I have to tell you, if I were your husband I'd be loathe
to leave you alone for long periods of time."

      Julie Moore didn't know what to say to the older man, it was true, Randy
did leave her alone a lot and recently more than ever... now that Mr. Randolph
mentioned the matter, she thought about it, yes, he had been away almost all of
the previous month and practically all of this one!

      "Oh by the way, Julie, please call me Philip, everyone does, besides we
are going to get acquainted, aren't we... what have you decided, or is it too
early in the evening for that subject?" he chuckled, a slightly lecherous
expression on his face.

      Julie Moore blushed, in truth she wasn't quite sure how to handle the
whole situation, making the decision to allow him to fuck her was one thing,
carrying it out was another!

      "Do you trust your husband, Julie?" Philip inquired.

      "Of course I do," Julie said quickly, wondering if Philip knew something
about Randy that she didn't know.  "Why do you ask."

      "Oh nothing really, only Al Cortini mentioned to me that every time he's
in San Francisco he has a different lady on his arm."

      "Al Cortini... how does he know?"

      "Well... apparently there's rather a famous club in San Francisco, noted
for its nude acts, Al Cortini is a regular there and so is your husband by all
accounts."

      Julie could hardly believe her ears, Randy in a nude club, it was
unthinkable, she had never known him to go to such a place. "I'm sure he's
mistaken Philip, it can't be true," Julie said defensively, secretly thinking
to herself that somehow or other she would investigate the matter, it was true
there had been something shifty about Randy for months now... she just hadn't
wanted to admit to it.

      Philip Randolph was leaning close to the young woman now and Julie had to
move away from him quickly to prevent him planting a kiss on her neck.  Now,
suddenly, she wasn't sure that she wanted to go through with the venture.
However, she didn't stand a chance, Philip snatched the glass out of her hand
and planted his mouth firmly on hers, his tongue going sinuously into her mouth
between her protesting lips and teeth.  It probed deeply, erotically, and his
arms went around her to crush her lusciously curvaceous body to his own.

      Squirmingly, she writhed and fought for release, while his hand cupped up
the fullness of one of her breasts, his fingers squeezing hard into its
resilient softness.  Slowly, his tongue moved in and out of her mouth,
suggesting copulation.  He did it several times and then suddenly she was
kissing him back.

      He tested her.  He began to withdraw his tongue from her mouth, but she
held it, sucking on it and drawing it back into her oral cavern, refusing to
let it get away from her as she felt the flaming tingle of arousal in her
loins.  Fiercely, she thought about Randy now, her mind imagining all sorts of
lewd and perverse actions that he could be involved in.  For the first time in
her life she began to really think about her husband and how elusive he had
always been with her about the times he was away.  She greedily sucked on the
gallery owner's tongue now in an effort to pay Randy back for his imagined
infidelities.

      Then, he was taking her hand in his.  Firmly, he guided it to the
throbbing erection that pulsed jerkingly inside his pants. Curling her fingers
around it and holding her hand in place, he probed his tongue deeply into her
mouth, running it in and out, smoothly.  He was overjoyed when he felt her
response, her body relax against him, her mouth sucking on his tongue, while
below, her hand tightened around the thick length of his cock.  No! she
suddenly panicked, I can't do it!  She let go of his hardened penis as though
it were a red-hot poker.  Desperately, she twisted her head aside to break the
erotic, deep-probing kiss and gasped. "No Philip, I've changed my mind, I just
can't do it!"

      "That's a piece of crap!" he shot back.  "You're hot for it... so why
don't you relax and enjoy it! Just admit that you need to be screwed... because
your husband obviously hasn't been taking care of you!"

      "Listen I'm not that kind of woman!" she spat out.

      "That's not what I hear from Al," he chuckled.  His strong-fingered hands
came down now to grasp her softly pliant buttock cheeks and pulled her loins in
hard against his own.

      "All right Philip, you want to fuck, maybe I do but how do I know you'll
keep it to yourself."

      "You'll just have to trust me my dear," he said sincerely enough to
convince her that he would keep their secret.

      Suddenly Julie threw all caution to the wind, she wanted her show and she
wanted this attractive man to fuck her.  "Let's do it," she gasped.  "I'm
getting hot... and I want you."

      Philip Randolph could hardly believe his luck but he certainly wasn't
going to give her any opportunity to change her mind.  Quickly he began to
disrobe, Julie following suit until he was completely naked, and she was
standing in bra and panties. Julie gasped as she looked at Philip's long thick
cock spearing out from a thicket of brown hair.

      She saw the raw desire in Philip's face and she realized that it had been
a long time since Randy had desired her this way.  In school, where they had
first met they had been ardent lovers and in their early days in Berkeley too.
It had only been since her career as an artist had started to bloom that
Randy's love-making prowess had tapered off.  At times it had almost seemed to
her that they were in competition to see who could make it in their prospective
fields the first.  She didn't have time however to think about Randy any
further, Philip was already pulling off her brassiere, digging his fingers into
her breasts and kneading her nipples.  Then before she realized what was
happening she was being pushed back onto the floor, his mouth seeking her's for
a brief moment and then his lips were moving down to her beautiful firm
breasts.

      He  kissed  one,  then  the  other,   his   tongue flicking out to lick
at the hardened nipples before taking one into his mouth to suck slaveringly,
almost like a child.  He felt it lengthen and grow even more erect.  Shifting
then to the twin, he worked at it, while below his naked cock was insinuating
itself down between her still nylon pantie-clad thighs.

      Barely able to lie there and accept his homage to her luscious breasts,
Julie's loins undulated up against the hardness of his erect penis.  His
sucking, teasing and biting of her nipples was sending ecstatic sensations
through her, and she wanted him to take her.  God! she wanted him... wanted him
to push into her, ram the whole length of his thick cock into her searing cunt
and fuck her, right then... but she knew she would have to be patient, to wait
for him to lead the way.

      Then she was holding her breath in expectant anticipation.  Philip was
leaving her breasts, all tingling and aroused, and was slithering down her
body, his mouth trailing down over the soft, white flatness of her belly, his
tongue dripping briefly into the dimple of her navel.  Her hands were on his
head now, pressing him gently downward.

      In a moment he had stripped her panties from her, his strong hands
pulling her legs apart.  Then his mouth was dipping down between her softly
tapered white thighs; at the same time his thumbs were spreading the tender
pink and moist lips of her cunt wide apart.  With an animal like grunt of
lustful joy, his tongue shot out to probe all around them, licking her just
inside the moistly heated opening.  His reward as quick in coming.  Her hands
on his head pressed him in tight against the hot flesh of her cunt, and her
hips writhed up to him with feral urgency.

      "Oooooooooh!" Julie expelled her long-held breath, her groan a heartful
relief... but she wished for something else.  God! Why doesn't he concentrate
on my clitoris instead?

      Over and over, Philip worked his long tongue in and out of her warmly
palpitating vaginal mouth.  He heard her groan from deep in her chest that
ended in a constant mewl of anticipation, and he knew that she was aroused...
ready for anything.  There's only one way to find out!

      Briefly, his mouth left her searing flesh as he hauled her straight, then
he was swiftly reversing his body until his knees were straddling her head. His
hands went under her hips, cupping up the softness of them and pulling them
apart as her legs involuntarily splayed wide to give him ready access to her
loins. He said nothing... but his message was eloquent.

      Again, he dropped his head down between her lovely white thighs, his
tongue this time going unerringly to the spiky hardness of her ecstatically
throbbing clitoris.

      Philip's joy knew no bounds when he felt her soft hands move caressingly
over his buttocks then slide back to cup all his balls, kneading them in their
sac and almost causing him to cry out with the pleasure of it.  Then he felt
her fingers close around the lust-hardened shaft of his massive cock.

      The knowing way in which she handled him told him that she was certainly
no stranger to oral sex.  In an instant he knew for sure.  He felt the rubbery,
blood-bloated head of his cock probed at by her moistly pink tongue.
Restraining his wild desire to sink his aching cock straight into her mouth, he
waited while at the same time keeping his teasing tongue busy on her clitoris.
Up and down the short length of it, she licked, paying special attention to the
sensitively throbbing head of the miniature phallus.

      With a long drawn-out moan, her loins bucked up against his mouth and
undulated circlingly; at the same time, he felt her tight, ovaled lips slip
over the pulsating mushroom-shaped head of his cock, sucking it into her hot
mouth willingly.  Only then did he begin to lower his hips, spreading his knees
a little wider and allowing his thick length penis to push slowly and surely
into the depths of her mouth.  In a few moments she had absorbed almost all it,
and he felt her lips nibbling at the shaft.  It drove him wild with desire.  In
the next instant, he had shoved the full turgid length of it deep into her
mouth and part way down her throat.

      Julie wasn't particularly surprised when Philip switched to the
sixty-nine position and his heavy, pulsating erect cock had come down to poise
just over her mouth.  She loved to have her pussy licked and sucked.
Reciprocally, she had also learned to suck cock.  She remembered the first time
she had been introduced to it by Al Cortini, it had made her gag the first time
but after that she had loved it!

      She didn't hesitate now, though.  She ran her hands over Philip's
buttocks and fondled his testicles, enjoying the soft feel of them in her
hands.  Then she had licked at the spongy head of his pulsing cock, paying
special attention to the connecting tissue on its underside.  When she had
finally ovaled her lips and had sucked it into her mouth, she felt an electric
shock shuddering through her body.  It pleased her to know that she was giving
him as much pleasure as he was her, but in the back of her mind she knew that
she was doing this calculated act to hurt her husband even though he might
never know of it.

      Only half of his erect length was in her mouth, and she had begun to suck
nibbingly on it when suddenly he had plunged it deeply in, his pubic hair
tickling against her nose and chin. Desperately, she accommodated him, taking
all of it into the moistly heated confines of her mouth and throat.  Then he
was nipping at her clitoris with his teeth.  It caused tiny shooting pains of
pleasure to surge ecstatically through her, consuming her cunt and belly with a
raging, uncontrolled fire of sexual need.

      Then, intertwined on the oral copulation, her arms wrapped around his
hips and pulling him down into her mouth with rhythmic regularity, allowing him
to push in and out of her mouth and throat as though her oral cavern were a
substitute cunt as she sucked and nibbled at the great shaft while at the same
time his taunting tongue performed arabesques up and down the short, hardened
length of her clitoris, they rose together to the heights of erotic arousal,
both wishing that it could last forever.

      Never in his wildest dreams could Philip have imagined that this girl
could be so terrific.  He loved the way her cunt ground up at his mouth and the
way she kept mewling and moaning, almost as though she couldn't get enough of
it... and the way she's sucking my cock is really something else!

      She knows what she's doing... Al Cortini was right about her!

      Slavering, he increased his teasing arousal of her pussy, licking and
biting alternatively at her clitoris then pressuring downward to slide his
long, pink tongue in and out of her vaginal opening for long moments before
returning again to the pulsating shaft of her hardened sex bud.  As he slaved
away he felt it building in her body, heard it in the deep tones coming from
her chest as she moaned in an agony of imminent orgasm, and he felt it in
himself, the tightening of his scrotal sac, the expanding lurch of his
rock-hard cock as it moved smoothly between her lips and plunged deep into her
throat, producing that familiar feeling of searing preparedness, almost like a
volcano ready to blow itself apart.  God! it felt good!

      He lashed at her with his tongue, probing and withdrawing, dancing
tauntingly against her and working deep into the pliant softness of her cuntal
passage.  He felt the contracting palpitations and knew that she was ready...
that she would be exploding into orgasm soon... and then his extended middle
finger was probing at her anus.  He pushed it in to the first knuckle and felt
the smooth sponginess of the passage, and then he was punishing her there,
working his outstretched finger in deep and swirling it around inside her
rectum.  All the while his hips were rising and falling as he drove his
demanding cock deep down into her mouth and throat.  Suddenly, his body was
jerking, and he pounded his spewing cock into her mouth, the white hot sperm
racing the turgid length of him to splash into the back of tier throat, forcing
her to swallow the life-liquid with desperate greed.  Almost simultaneously,
her body spasmed shudderingly, her muscles tensing as she pushed her loins up
even harder against his mouth.

      He ground his plundering tongue up into her and plunged his hammering
cock all the way down her swallowing throat as he, too, poised tensely while
the searing stream of his semen continued to spurt from the tip of his cock
with satisfying intensity.  Then, tremblingly, she sagged back against the
floor.  She would have screamed for pure joy but she could only moan to
herself, OOOOOOH! God!  It's wonderful!

      Slowly, the satiated relaxing euphoria overcame them, Philip rolled away
to his side, the glistening shaft of his penis coming out of her mouth, still
softly lurching with the final involuntary movements of ejaculation.

      "Oh my Julie, you really are something.  Baby, you have the sweetest
mouth in the world."

      "Ummmmmm...!" Julie murmured, "you felt so good in my mouth Philip.  At
first I wasn't sure but now I'm glad we did it," the young girl's hand now
playfully dropped down to Philip's deflated cock and began to squeeze it softly
between her fingers.  "Oh poor baby, all crumpled."

      "Not for long baby, if you keep that up," grinned Philip Randolph lewdly.

      Deftly now Julie retracted the foreskin.  The soft tube of flesh lurched
in her hand.  It felt wonderful.  The returning power of his expanding cock
thrilled her as she caressed it to erect hardness; then he was kissing her
again, gently this time, without the urgent demand of the first time.  His
mouth and tongue began to arouse her, and after a little while he was kissing
her shoulders and her breasts.

      She came alive slowly, languorously, as below, she felt the preparatory
fluids beginning to bedew the inner petals of her pussy.

      Then his hand was playing there, his finger tantalizing her clitoris to
throbbing hardness and pushing into the mouth of her cunt.

      "Do you want it?" he asked her.

      "Yes!  Yes, I do!" she gasped.

      "What do you want, Julie?"

      "You!  You in me!"

      "Then, tell me baby!  Tell me you want to be fucked!"

      "Yes!  Do it!" she breathed.  "Fuck me!  Oh God!  Fuck me quick!" the
lewd words excited her.  God!  It's been so long... since I said that... it's
been since Al Cortini really... Randy hasn't really desired me, nor caused me
to desire him in a really long time... I really need this!

      The gallery owner levered himself up above on strong arms, bracing
himself on his knees as he wedged his hips down between her automatically
wide-spreading thighs.

      "Put it in!" he told her.

      Frantically, her hand stabbed down between them, her nails digging into
the side of his fully hardened cock, and she unerringly guided the
blood-swollen head of his cock to her waiting, anticipating cuntal slit.

      Julie moaned softly.  Philip's hips flexed slightly, just enough to slip
the bulbous head of his throbbing cock into her, where he pushed it up against
the sensitive flesh of her cunt's mouth, teasing her as he withheld the massive
length of his rod. He was kissing her again, his tongue probing deep into her
mouth. She sucked his tongue hungrily and wished that he would shove his huge
cock up into her, fill her with it... and fuck her, hard and deep.

      Then he eased another couple of inches into her.  She felt it stretch her
searingly.  God!  He is big!  She groaned partly in pain but mostly with
frustration.  He's teasing me!

      With an undulant, upward thrust of her hips, she captured the thick
length of him, felt his cock-shaft slide all the way up into her expectant
belly; then she was clasping him tight, using the interior muscles of her
vagina to milk at his invading cock.

      Oooooooooh!  That's more like it!

      Philip's feeling of triumph knew no bounds as he felt Julie writhe under
him and force his aching cock all the way up into her warmly moist and tight
cuntal passage.  He knew then that she was his and that he could fuck her now
anytime he wanted her.  He'd make her his mistress for as long as she pleased
him... and the way she was going after his cock he might keep her for quite a
long while.  He thought of how he had tricked her into fucking him, she was
such a good artist that he would have given her a show without fucking but she
had fallen for his threat... just like Al Cortini said she would.  His friend
had told him that basically he thought she wasn't getting enough cock from her
husband so that underneath her together exterior she was really horny and
lonely.

      Slowly then, he pulled out of her until just the bloated head of his cock
remained in her, just inside the wide-stretched mouth of her cunt.  It ignited
a thousand little brushfires inside her, inflamed by the vacuum his withdrawal
had left within her. Julie's hands came up his back and caressed downward to
his muscular hips.  With desperate strength she tried to pull him deep up into
her needful cuntal sheath.

      He eased his solid length down into her again, pushing it deep into her
soft belly and feeling the heat of her envelop him as she undulated
passionately beneath him.  Inside, her cunt walls squeezed and milked at his
turgid cock; it drove him wild, but he was determined not to hurry.  He was
going to bring her slowly to the apogee of her orgasm... fuck her so skillfully
that she would go almost insane with desire... and keep her coming back for
more.

      Patiently he began to swing his hips from side to side, wedging into her
grindingly while at the same time making sure that there was maximum contact as
his pubic bone swept back and forth across her sensitively hardened clitoris.
He did nothing more than that for the time being, his tongue lashing in and out
between her lips with suggestive eroticism.  Additionally, his hands caressed
and kneaded at her flanks, breasts, hips and buttocks, playing on her body like
a master organist who draws the most from his instrument in terms of fine
nuances of sound, and beneath him her arousal grew by leaps and bounds to a
power so uncontrollably ecstatic that she was sure she would not be able to
contain it.

      Julie's pleasure was indescribable.  The blonde haired young woman loved
the relentless way his burgeoning cock pushed into her, teasing her and making
her arousal so complete, and now as he began to thrust in and out of her
searingly needful cunt with a slow, steady tempo his hands and mouth busy
constantly, she sucked at his tongue and moaned with delicious rapture.  Within
her, ecstatic sensations surged to and fro, and she began to move under him,
countering his every deep-thrusting upward plunge deep into the soft and tender
confines of her cuntal sheath, fucking back at the joy-giving shaft of maleness
with which he drove her in order to help satisfy her own rapidly increasing
lust.

      Beneath him, Philip felt her writhing undulantly up against him, and her
breathing began to come in shorter sighing gasps of pure pleasure.  He
increased his speed ever so slightly, and now he was also swinging his hips
from side to side, knowing that it would make her feel even more filled with
cock than his massive hardened already did.

      Suddenly she bucked under him and twisted her head aside breaking the
deep tongue-jousting kiss.  "Oh God... Philip!  Fuck me! she groaned.

      "You like it?" he leered down into her face.

      "Yes!  God... yessss!"

      "How do you want it, then?"

      "Deep!  Deep and hard! she begged.  "Fuck me... hard!  Shove your cock
all the way inside my cunt... and fuck me!" Julie cried, skewering her searing
cunt up the full, turgid length of his plunging cock.

      Slipping his hands down over her undulating buttocks, he locked them
under her knees and leaned back slightly; then he moved up over her, raising
her legs high and widespread, almost to his shoulders.  Hard and deliberately
then, he leaned down over her and drove his thundering cock deep up into her
splayed cunt-flesh.

      "Oooooohhh!" she moaned beneath his pounding cock, every nook and crevice
of her vaginal sheath feeling filled to overflowing with his hard man-flesh.

      Still she wanted more.  Abjectly she begged him.  "Fuck me... Philip!
Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!  FUCK MEEEEE!
000ooooh!"

      Philip rewarded her by grinding deeply into her, emphatically, each time
she uttered the shrieking obscenity.  He could feel his own build-up to
ejaculative orgasm now and knew that she likewise was within an extremely short
period of time before her explosive climax would rock her.  He bored up into
her and felt the clasping walls of her vagina milk and suck at him while back
behind the root of his slaving cock there was that familiar acid-burning,
heralding the release of his sperm.

      Suddenly, her eyes were swimming, sight-dimmed, in their sockets and her
head rolled from side to side uncontrollably as though it were on oiled
ball-bearings, her lovely blonde hair becoming mussed.  Below, her desperate
loins thrust up at him even though he was holding her thighs widespread with
his massive cock goring in and out of her, practically pinning her to the
floor.

      He ground into her ferally, his hands tearing at her, now massagingly and
again his fingers digging deep into her flesh only to change to a gently,
smoothing caress.

      Then she shuddered convulsively.

      From deep in her chest an unearthly moaning scream came tumbling.
"OooOOaugh!"  Myy Godddd!  I'm cumming!  I'm cumming! I'm cumming!  AAAaagghh!"

      Holding himself in abeyance until that moment, Philip now allowed himself
to piston into her like a runaway pile-driver.  He slammed into her with fury,
ramming deep up into her, his pubic bone smashing hard into hers, which
heightened her orgasm already in progress.

      Spewingly, he came.  The load of liquid semen gushing from the head of
his slitted cock with a wonderfully satisfying sensation.  "Aaaugghhh!" he
grunted with obvious relish.  "What a fuck!  What a marvelous cunt!  Christ!"

      With a sigh he released himself on top of her, his cock still buried up
to the hilt of her, stiff, jerking and shooting his cum, his breath coming in
ragged gasps as he fully enjoyed the immensely erotic sensations that were
rampaging through his satiated body.

      Julie Moore was ecstatic, it had been too long she now realized, too long
since Randy had really fucked her, now with Philip Randolph's cock still in her
she knew that she had to have this, she had been repressing her desires ever
since her affair with Al.  She realized now that she was a fully sensual woman
with strong needs and desires, and her husband had definitely not been
fulfilling her in months.  Whenever they had made love of late he had seemed
indifferent to her, he hadn't aroused her or caressed her body he had just
plunged into her and fucked, seemingly not caring whether she had an orgasm or
not, something was really wrong between them, now having experienced the joy of
sexual union again she could acknowledge this.  She looked up at Philip, still
collapsed on her sweat-soaked body and sighed a tremendous sigh of relief
rather as if some tremendous weight had been lifted from her shoulders.  All
these months she had been afraid to face the fact that her relationship with
her husband was practically non-existent and yet his rejection of her had
caused her to cease believing in herself as a woman.  Philip had re-lit those
fires of self awareness, now she began to be aware once again of her beautiful
body and it's sensuality.  She would no longer deny herself sexual fulfillment,
she had to have it and if Randy wasn't there to give it to her then she would
get it where she could and right now, Philip Randolph was providing that
possibility.  She would use him just as he was using her!


                              UnhlyLst.txt -- 3/6

                                 An Unholy Lust
                                   Chapter 3

      It was almost 9:00PM when Julie Moore finally left Philip Randolph's
gallery, having been wined and dined by the amorous older man.  She felt very
precious and cared for, it had been a long time since any man had paid her that
kind of attention and she liked it.  Occasionally she and Randy went out for
dinner but mostly along with several of their friends, nothing romantic or
candlelit for them.  On odd occasions her closest friend David would take her
out for dinner when Randy was out of town but they were really like brother and
sister, although at times Julie had suspected David of being secretly in love
with her and desirous of her body.  She had never allowed that possibility to
manifest however, and good friends they had always remained.

      Now Philip Randolph was turning out to be something entirely different, a
man of culture and refinement he really knew how to treat a woman.  She was no
longer angry with him for having trapped her into making love with him... in
truth she was having too good of a time, it had been too long since she had
felt cared for and she really liked it.

      She knew that Philip had just separated from his wife and from the number
of telephone calls he had received that night at the gallery, she was well
aware that he was in demand.  It felt good to be with a man of class and
elegance, she liked the feeling it gave her, she was already aware that if
Philip wanted to see a lot of her she would readily agree... she would enjoy
going to the theater with him, after all, Randy was away so much of the time he
could hardly resent her having a little fun, especially with owner of the
gallery that would give her her first one-woman show in New York City.

      Philip had put her in a cab and given the cabby five dollars, ample money
to see her home.  She was surprised as she pulled her in front of the studio to
see that the lights were all on.  She had left earlier when it was light and
she hadn't left the lights on... could it be possible that Randy was home?  He
wasn't supposed to be home for a few days!  Well, hopefully it was him, she
prayed that it wasn't a burglar!

                                  *    *    *

      She let herself into her studio cautiously and was immediately relieved
to see Randy sitting in a chair reading some manuscripts.

      "Oh, so you're home," he said a little coldly.

      "Yes Randy, surprise, surprise, didn't expect you for a few days," she
replied with equal distance.

      "Where have you been?" he demanded, exercising his husbandly rights.

      "I had dinner with Philip Randolph, the owner of The Argon Gallery."

      "How cozy," Randy replied sarcastically.

      Well... thought Julie to herself, everything is true to form, Randy is
his usual weird self and I'm reacting in my patterned responsive way... so
well, what else is new.

      "How did your trip go?" she asked curiously.

      "Great... great, got Sam Smithers a fabulous contract with Universal
Studios, quite a break for him.  They loved the script... that means I get my
cut and maybe can buy a new car.  I'm sick of that beat-up old piece of junk!"

      "What kind of car were you thinking of Randy?"

      "A Porsche... what else?"

      Julie felt sick when she thought of how stingy her husband was with her,
never really giving her any money for clothes or fun and yet the first bit of
cash he got, he was going to spend it all on himself, a Porsche was one of the
more expensive toys on the market.  She would be really happy when her artwork
really began to sell, at least then she wouldn't have to rely on him so much.

      Suddenly Philip's remarks from earlier on in the evening began to float
back into her mind...  Al Cortini said he had seen Randy on more than one
occasion in a Nude Club with various women... just how true could that be,
Julie mused to herself. Certainly she and Randy were not having the greatest
time in the whole world together, was he fucking other women?  She started a
little when she thought of this and realized how jealous it made her, she knew
that she had allowed Philip to fuck her earlier on because she had felt in some
way that she was getting her own back at Randy.  Not that she hadn't ended up
enjoying herself, however, and not that she wouldn't allow him to fuck her
again... still, she would really like to know what was going on with Randy and
yet she dared not confront him with the situation.

      Julie was in truth a little afraid of Randy, he had a violent temper that
she hadn't really discovered until after they were married, not that her mother
hadn't warned her.  People with red hair have bad tempers, she had told her but
Julie had only laughed it off saying that Randy was an angel.  How wrong I was,
she mused now.  She looked across at her husband slyly... not that he isn't
handsome, she thought and not that he doesn't have a great body... it's just
that he's so strange and distant these days. Julie changed into a comfortable
flowing caftan that buttoned down the front, it was slightly diaphanous so that
when she passed underneath the light her beautiful form could be seen through
it. She was still drenched in the powerful memories of the fucking session she
had had with Philip and she had worn her caftan instinctively not thinking of
the effect it would have on Randy.

      For an instant, as Randy looked at Julie, he felt desire flooding his
body.  He took in the curve of her upthrust breasts and the long, svelte line
of her tapering thighs.  Christ! he felt horny, he was surprised too, it had
only been an hour since he had stashed his latest girlfriend in the Chelsea
Hotel, having fucked her almost to death as soon as they hit the room.  I
wonder if I could get it up again, he mused.

      Randy Moore was pretty proud of himself, for the past year he had managed
to have a series of mistresses without his wife having the slightest idea of
what was going on.  He had covered his tracks pretty well so far and had no
reason to feel paranoid or nervous.  It wasn't that Julie wasn't one hell of a
beautiful woman, it was just that she was so wrapped up in her art work she
didn't remember to have fun.  Randy had discovered after their marriage that
Julie liked to go to bed early and rise early, she liked the morning light for
painting.  She didn't particularly like to drink or to go into bars, both of
which were a favorite pastime of his.  Suddenly, after their marriage, he had
realized that they were quite different... he liked good-time girls and
although he appreciated all of Julie's wonderful virtues or still desired a
woman with a little more worldliness.  He liked what society would call "bad
women" they really knew how to please a man!

      Now however as he looked at Julie he couldn't help but feel aroused, it
seemed to him that she was challenging him as she stood under the light, the
soft curve of her hips blending into the longer line of her thighs, her legs
spread slightly in an almost combative stance.  He didn't know why but he
sensed that Julie was brooding over something, she was angry with him about
something he knew, yet even in her defiance she was desirable.  He felt the
familiar stirrings of his blood-engorged penis and he knew that he wanted to
take her!  He stood up quickly and grabbing Julie, enfolded her in his arms,
quickly sliding his hands down her back to the rounded fullness of her
buttocks.

      Julie didn't know what was happening to her but the moment that Randy
touched her she went rigid.  She felt the hard bulge of his erection against
the warm flesh of her loins and she was repulsed.  She had never felt quite
like this before when Randy had touched her but now with the memory of Philip's
cock still inside her and the knowledge that perhaps Randy was double-crossing
her, she felt totally unresponsive to his caresses.

      "Leave me alone Randy," she cried out.

      "What!... hey Julie what's going on, you're my wife you know!"

      "What does that mean Randy?" she sneered.

      "It means that if I want to exercise my husbandly rights and fuck you, I
can do it."

      "Haven't you been getting enough elsewhere Randy?" she spat out boldly.

      "How's that?"

      "I think you know what I mean Randy."

      "Come on, spit it out Julie, what are you getting at," Randy commanded,
not realizing that Julie knew anything of his double life.

      "Alright, if that's the way you want it," she said defiantly, "you've
been seen out in San Francisco with several woman over the past year, so God
knows what you do in Los Angeles, London and Paris."

      "Who told you that," he asked, creasing his brow in an effort to remember
if he had ever seen any of their mutual friends when he had been with another
woman.

      "Never mind who, but obviously you've had other women Randy."

      "Well, you're so tied up with your painting baby, a man has to have some
fun."

      "Are you jealous of my art Randy?"

      "You spend so much goddamned time on it baby, at least when I'm home you
could spend a little time with me, any other women would be happy to take care
of me, do all the things a wife should do."

      "Oh God!  I just can't believe you're saying this," Julie said.

      "Well I am baby, I'm sick and tired of playing second fiddle. You're just
not desirable to me any more."

      Suddenly something split inside Julie as she heard Randy's last remarks,
she wanted to hurt him, to really hurt him to pay him back for all the women he
had had when she had thought he was being a faithful husband to her.  She
didn't care anymore... she just wanted to strike back at him to pay him back
for her own pain.  "You bastard," she screamed, "that's not true, ask Philip
Randolph he fucked me tonight and he seemed to be very satisfied."

      "You bitch," screamed Randy swinging at her with his fist, hitting her
mouth and causing a thin trickle of blood to run down her chin.

      "That's it, now you've done it," yelled Julie, "get out of here you
rotten bastard, get out of here, I never want to see you again!"

      "Don't worry I'm leaving, there are other women around who want me!"

      Randy grabbed his jacket and briefcase and stormed out of the studio
before Julie could stop him, as she watched him leave she collapsed on the
floor, sobbing, she hadn't meant to tell him about Philip and now she felt
really ashamed.

      Oh God! Julie thought to herself as she realized fully what she had done.
She hadn't meant for things to turn out this way, she loved Randy despite his
infidelities and now she had totally ruined everything, she had probably lost
Randy for ever.  Oh God! sobbed Julie, I just want to die, I really want to
die!

                              UnhlyLst.txt -- 4/6

                                 An Unholy Lust
                                   Chapter 4

      Julie could hardly wait to talk to Philip, she sipped her coffee in her
apartment and looked impatiently at the clock. Probably the gallery wouldn't
open until 10:00AM damn it, she really wanted to talk to someone.  Suddenly
Julie Moore felt very lonely, she realized now that she didn't know anyone in
New York and it was a big place.  She thought of calling Larry Rutherford, he
had been so good to her he would probably give her a shoulder to cry on...
still she felt silly, she didn't really know him either.  The only person she
felt intimate with was Philip, she would just have to wait until she could talk
to him.

      The clock seemed to go very slowly but finally it was 10:15AM Julie
picked up the telephone and dialed the gallery.  "Good morning, Argon Gallery,"
she heard the receptionist purr.  "Good morning, could I speak to Mr.
Randolph?" Julie said firmly.  "Who shall I say is calling?" the receptionist
inquired.  "Julie Moore," Julie could sense a strange silence at the other end
of the telephone, she wondered vaguely if Philip's receptionist was aware of
what was going on, could it be that she desires him herself, she wondered.
"Just a moment, I'll connect you," she heard her finally say.

      "Good morning Julie my dear, what can I do for you," she heard Philip's
soothing tones.

      Immediately Julie began to sob uncontrollably, it took her several
minutes to actually explain to Philip what had happened and to tell him how
miserable she was.

      Philip Randolph was very sympathetic, he had lived enough years to have
lived through several such similar scenes himself, "I've got a good idea," he
said after a while, "look you're tired, a little run down, why don't you go out
to my house on Fire Island for a few days, rest up a little.  When you get back
you can get in touch with Randy via his company... how about it, I'll even try
to get out to the Island to meet you."

      "Are you sure?" Julie hesitated, not at all certain that she wanted to be
alone for a few days.

      "Quite sure, in fact I'll take you out there today but I won't be able to
stay, too much business to attend to at the moment.

      "Alright Philip, thank you," murmured Julie.

      "Quite alright my dear, the sea-air will do you a world of good, always
does."

      Julie Moore hung up the telephone and started to look around her studio,
she would take her sketchbook with her, do some studies of the ocean and the
wildlife, anything to take her mind off of her problems.  Oh Randy, she
thought... I do love you!

                                  *    *    *

      Julie had been on the Island for a couple of days before she began to
realize that she was being studied.  Two men in particular always seemed to be
on the beach when she was, at first she had thought it coincidence but now she
was convinced that they were after something.  She was a little frightened,
after all she thought to herself, I am alone at the house, anything could
happen!  She made a mental note to call Philip when she got back to the day,
perhaps he would come out to the Island later on.  She lay back on the sand,
pulling her sunhat down over her face just enough to cover the sun from her
eyes but not enough to block the two young men from her view.  She. was curious
now... who were they?

      Idly now she began to study  them,  both  of  them looked around 25, they
were both fairly tall, the only difference being that one was rather stocky
with his height and the other quite slim.  The slim man had dark black hair and
was really quite handsome, the stocky one had sandy colored hair and wasn't as
good looking although he was attractive.  Suddenly she became aware that they
were walking towards her... oh God! what should she do? Should she get up
quickly and rush into the house?  No time, they were almost at her side.

      "Hi, I'm Pete Howard," the slim dark-haired young man said smoothly and
"I'm Tim Black," the sandy-haired man said quickly following.

      "Oh... hello," Julie said shyly, "I'm Julie Moore."

      "Hope you don't mind our pushing ourselves upon you, we noticed you
yesterday, aren't too many people here during the week."

      "Is that so?" Julie said.

      "Sure, this place  is  mobbed  on  weekends.  New Yorkers' pile out here
like ants, you won't believe it, that is if you're here then.  How long are you
staying?"

      "I'm not sure, I'm in my friend's house and he may come out tonight to
take me back to the City," Julie said quickly, anxious to let the young men
know that there was someone in her life that she wasn't open game.

      The two young men were so charming however that Julie's fears were
quickly dispelled, they chatted for a long while, went into the ocean together
and before she really knew what she was doing, Julie found herself inviting
them both back to the house for a drink.

      "Love to," they both echoed.

      Julie was beginning to discover a sense of power with her new freedom.
Ever since Randy had walked out on her she had become increasingly aware of how
much of the outside world she had closed off, particularly in the direction of
men.  She had even ceased to think of herself as being really attractive until
recently, in fact until Philip Randolph had paid her so much attention.  Now,
with two attractive young men at her feet she was really beginning to feel
beautiful.  The fact of the matter was that she was lonely and whether she knew
it or not, she was also vulnerable, and her ego was being lifted by their very
presence.  She would have read the danger signs in their boldly moving eyes and
in the persistent tingling excitement beginning to course through her own body,
but she ignored the warnings.  After all, neither of the young men had said a
single thing out of order.

      "What would you like to drink," Julie asked them now back at the house.

      "I'll take a scotch and soda," Pete said quickly his gray blue eyes
lingering on her breasts for a quick moment.

      "Me too," Tim said grinning a little at Pete's audacity.

      "Here's to friendship," Pete said, his eyes devouring Julie with sheer
desire.  The young woman caught his glance and suddenly wondered if maybe she
had made a mistake inviting them both up to the house.  She was apprehensive as
she became aware of his salacious gaze, how could I have been so stupid?

      A tingling warmth keened through her to stab at her belly without
warning.  It was completely unwanted and now she recognized the danger signals
within herself.  She had no intention of playing around with a couple of men
she hardly knew. They had gotten into her house, but that didn't mean they had
to stay there.  She was amazed at what was happening down between her legs, she
felt the seeping moistness and the turgid warmth in her genitals... it had been
three days now since Philip had made love to her and she realized that she was
quite horny.  It was almost as if the fucking session with Philip had
reawakened desire in her and now here she was with a couple of men she hardly
knew quivering violently and wondering if they were going to rape her. I must
be going mad, she thought to herself

      Immediately that Julie realized what was happening, the moment she sensed
the mental communication that was going on between the two men she realized
that the best thing for her to do would be to simply leave the house, they
wouldn't dare do anything to her on the beach and surely they wouldn't have the
nerve to wait in the house until she came back?

      She glanced around the room, then quickly she headed for the door.  Pete
had been watching her intently however, realizing that his lecherous glances
had frightened her and he was in front of her before she knew what was
happening.  "Going somewhere Julie?" he inquired casually.  "We're nice men,
you're not going to leave us alone are you?"

      Tim was standing behind her now, too close for her comfort. "Are you
nervous about something," he grinned lewdly behind her head.

      Julie gasped inwardly when she saw the huge bulge of Pete's erection. It
lurched, the movement catching her eye and causing her to shiver with unwanted
expectancy.

      Pete's now leering eyes followed her apprehensive gaze, and he expanded
his fully erect penis again, purposefully, causing its hard length to be
outlined against the cloth of his swimming trunks.

      "Interested?" he grinned.

      "No I'm not," Julie said firmly trying to get out of the house, a tingle
of fear running up and down her spine.

      Behind her Tim's arms encircled her pinioning her own arms to her sides,
as his hands covered and held the soft globes of her breasts, his fingers
kneading deep into the tender flesh through her cover-up and the scanty bikini
top.  Instantly, she was aware that her nipples had come up hard and throbbing
against his hands.

      "Take your hands off me you dirty bastard!" she screamed.

      "Naughty, naughty, such language for a lady," sneered Tim, "not a chance
though," he murmured in her ear, his loins thrusting against her so that she
could feel the equally huge bulge of his fully erect cock against the small of
her back.  He kissed the nape of her neck.

      Tiny wavelets of rising passion cascaded through her tense body.  God!
How was she to cope with two men intent upon seducing her... or raping her?
"I'll scream," she threatened.

      "Why would you want to do that?" Pete seemed surprised.  Then quickly he
pressed in close to her, his strong hands holding her head in a vise-like grip
as he lowered his lips to hers, capturing their softness, his tongue probing
between them, while below, the hard length of his erection bulging inside his
swimming suit group up firmly against her rapidly inflamed loins, which were
encased only in her scanty bikini bottoms.  Thrilling sensations sang along her
nerve endings, concentrated there between her legs, the soaring melodies of her
passion gaining in constant crescendo until with a sizzling crash she knew that
she was lost.  She actually wanted this, something weird and perverse inside of
her wanted them to take her, it was almost as if another side of her nature was
now being released within her, she who had spent so much time devoting her
energies to her artwork was now actually craving and drawing to her men, men
whose sole intention was her body, they didn't care about her soul or her art,
they just wanted to ravage her body!

      Momentarily, she had resisted Pete's kiss, keeping her teeth clamped
tightly shut but when it happened to her, her churning belly defying the voice
of reason and answering only to the primal rhythm of the two massive cocks
grinding against her and the moist warmth of Pete's inquiring tongue and lips
against her mouth, she melted against them, her jaws opening slightly to allow
his oral member to slide between the barrier of her teeth to taste the
sweetness of her. At the same time, her hips began an almost imperceptible
undulation of their own, seemingly directed by pure instinct, as she sought
closer contact with the delicious warmth of those two tempting cocks.  And,
Tim, standing there behind her was now working open the buttons of her
cover-up.  There remained little doubt in her mind, now.  They were going to
make love to her.  It was what they had planned all along.  She knew that, now.
God! She also knew though that she wouldn't really resist them, in her heart
she realized that she wanted them, she felt weak in the knees now and knew that
she could no longer hold up.  She felt Tim's warm hands caressing her breasts
through the cloth of her bikini bra.  Wildly, her body wanted it all, wanted
her naked breasts to be handled, massaged and caressed, wanted the hardness of
their cocks in her own hands... and then wanted them thrusting deep up into her
pussy.  She could almost feel it already.  It would be so marvelous... so
naughty, yet so nice.

      Suddenly however, something snapped inside of her, what was she thinking
about, what would Philip think, how could she allow these young animals to
ravage her body... she must be mad!

      Julie twisted her head aside, freeing it from Pete's strong-fingered
grasp and breaking the deep kiss, as she realized that she had begun to kiss
him back, her own tongue entertwining with his and sliding momentarily into his
mouth.

      "No!" she gasped.  Please... I-I can't.  I can't..."

      "Baby, you're going to get yourself good and fucked!" Tim leered behind
her.

      "No... no, please let me go," she pleaded, "I don't even know you."

      "Pretty soon you'll know us though," Pete grinned, reaching down to untie
the lacing at the side of her bikini bottoms.

      "No," she screamed thrusting her hand down to her side to stop him.

      Pete pushed her hand aside and continued to untie her bikini, "Don't tell
me you don't want it baby, it's obvious, it's written all over your face,
you're hot baby, hot to fuck, really hot to fuck!"

      Pushing her bikini bottoms down over her hips, he stripped the tiny
garment down over the sveltely curved columns of her legs.  The blonde hair of
her pussy was revealed curling softly at the apex of her thighs, which she
clamped tightly together, her hand moving down instinctively to cover the
nakedness of her loins.  Julie blushed, and her eyes dropped down to see her
only material defense draped around her ankles.

      "Ooooooh, my God!" she groaned.  "Oh, no!"

      Tim was now deftly removing her short white cover-up pulling it off of
her with firm hands.  Not quite realizing what was happening, Julie desperately
tried to cover her nakedness as she was finally stripped.

      She felt confused, her head was swirling, it was almost as if her body
wanted them to fuck her and yet her head didn't.  She couldn't quite understand
what was happening and yet her body felt like a traitor to her.

      Then, Pete, who was still standing in front of her was loosening the tie
of his swim trunks, and with excruciating slowness began to lower them over his
slim muscular hips.  She watched hypnotically, unaware that Tim was already
unfastening the single snap of her bikini top and pushing the shoulder straps
down over her upper arms.  Then, almost instantly, Tim's hands captured her
smooth globular white breasts, his fingers digging into the tender flesh to
knead and massage.  A tiny moan escaped her lips as her aching breasts quivered
in the palms of his greedy hands, their coral-pink nipples distended and hard
with wanting, while just at that moment Pete freed the long thick length of his
cock, exposing it fully to her rapt gaze.  She couldn't help but gasp with
surprise at the size of it.

      Quickly, Pete stepped out of the bathing trunks and kicked them aside,
then with a top-sided leer, he reached down to grasp the throbbing length of
his penis.  As he slowly retracted the heavy foreskin, he chortled.  "How would
you like to have this shoved all the way up into your cute little cunt?"

      "I-I wouldn't!" she cried out but she couldn't look away from it as a
fiery bolt of lightning flashed in her loins, searing her with a demanding
desire she couldn't ignore.

      Pete came close to her then and plucked away the bikini top that still
dangled by its shoulder straps from her elbows.  Julie let him do it.  Why she
did she didn't know but the next instant she had stepped out of her bottoms
also and now she was shamefully naked before the two lusting men.

      Her body had won over, her traitorous body was willing to give itself to
these two brutes, she thought shamefully to herself...  I'll never be the same
again.

      "And she said she didn't want it," sneered Tim behind her, "she wants it
alright, she's so hot for it she can't stand it."

      "I'll say she wants it, she can't keep her eyes off my cock," sneered
Pete as he stood close to her and guided the blood-filled head of his cock into
the tiny crease of her pussy showing faintly through its soft covering of
blonde hair at the angle of her thighs.  "Isn't that right Julie?"

      "N-no!  It's just that it's so  huge... I've  never seen one so big," she
gasped.

      Pete began to enfold her in his arms now while at the same time Tim
released the ripe melons of her breasts  and stepped back from her.  She was
crushed against Pete's muscular chest now, his hips pushed hard against her to
insinuate the bloated head of his penis against the pulsing bud of her
clitoris.

      Suddenly, Julie knew she could stand no longer.  Her knees were beginning
to collapse.  Deep in her belly a roaring furnace door was opened as the moist
warmth of his cock-head touched the key to her sexuality, and involuntarily her
tightly clamped thighs relaxed to allow that monster cudgel to bore in between
her legs. It felt to her as though she were rising a huge log as his thick hard
and long cock seemed to be making contact with every square centimeter of her
inflamed cunt flesh.  Moaning uncontrollably she slumped against him.  Oh God!
I can't hold out any longer, she groaned inwardly to herself, I'm going to give
myself to him.

      "Okay baby," Pete growled now, "there's no turning back now, you're going
to give yourself to both of us."

      "No!" her voice gasped with the last vestige of reason as her body
tingled with a new expectancy for something she had never experienced.  Two
potently virile men fucking her at the same time.  Two!  Two men... at the
s-same time!  "Oooooooooh!" her mewling moan contained a new tone of
excitement, muffled against Pete's broad hairy chest.

      "Come on Pete!"  It was Tim's voice off somewhere behind her. "Let's get
her into the bedroom... I've got everything ready."

      Dumbly Julie allowed herself to be led to the bed, like a cow to the
slaughter, into the bedroom with it's queen-sized bed where Tim waited them,
naked now too and stretched out on the bed, his fully erect penis reaching
upward above his hairy loins like a fleshy pylon.

      She gasped.  Unbelieving, she stared at it.  The slightly shorter more
compact Tim, broad-shouldered, his torso narrowing to slim hips and muscular
legs bore a veritable monster cock in his loins.  It reared above him like a
jackknife, seeming to be firmly embedded in a foundation of tufting sandy hair.

      Smiling at her surprise, Tim grinned up at her, his hazel eyes filled
with a lust she had never seen before.  "What's the matter Julie baby?  Haven't
you ever seen a cock before?"

      "Y-yes... but..." her gaze switched to Pete standing beside her then back
again to Tim on the bed.

      But what?" Pete asked pushing her toward the bed firmly.

      "I-I can't!  I w-won't!  You're both so... so...

      "Ready to fuck you?" Tim smiled, showing white even teeth. He reached out
for her, grasped one of her hands and pulled her down to the soft mattress
beside him.

      Pete lay down beside her to sandwich her sensation-ridden body between
the two virile men as real fear mixed with perverse anticipation caromed around
inside her skull.  It was all so real to her, yet there was a tinge of fantasy
to it.  God!  They're so big!  Both of them!  How can I possibly l-let them
d-do it to m-me?  Even as she questioned it, her body yearned for them... both
of them, huge as they were... more huge than she had ever imagined a man's sex
organ could be.

      Now, she was enfolded between them, the men's warm and muscularly hard
bodies pressed tight against her, both long and hardened cocks pressuring into
the soft smooth flesh of her thighs on either side.  She could plainly feel the
heat of them against her quivering skin.

      Before she could answer with an objection, Tim had smothered her mouth
with his, his tongue surging out to burst into her oral cavern.  For a
desperate moment, Julie tried to twist away from him to break his slavering
kiss, her tongue skirmishing with his, but when Pete's lips captured one of her
spikily distended nipples sucking it up into the warmth of his mouth, his teeth
grazing it slightly as he toyed with it, all of her reservations her shaky
resolve, dissolved in a long shuddering moan of desire.  Her jaw relaxed, her
mouth opening wide, and she sucked Tim's lingual member deep into her own
mouth.  At that point, she knew that she was truly lost.  She was beyond the
point of no return.  It was going to happen and nothing in heaven or hell could
or would stop it.

      Her body keened shiveringly as delightfully sensual things happened to
her.  She kissed Tim back with fierce passion, her own tongue now slipping
searchingly into his mouth to probe and taste, while his hand massaged
carressingly at her other aching breast, his thumb and forefinger rolling her
sensitively erect nipple to even greater hardness.  At the same time, Pete
sucked hard at its twin, taking the entire aureola deep into the warm moistness
of his mouth, and his hand, too, was busy as it smoothed down over the white
plane of her belly to the soft blonde hair of her pubic mound, his extended
middle finger searching for and finding the fleshly folds of her pussy, then
going down into it straight to the hardened bud of her fully erect clitoris.

      His touch down there was like an electric probe.  Her breath was quickly
indrawn, muffled by Tim's mouth covering her's in a deep soul kiss, but each of
the men felt it in her body, the quivering desire in her communicated to them
through every fiber of her being.  Her gasp was followed by a long shuddering
moan deep in her throat that sounded guttural and animalistic. Involuntarily,
instinctively, her thighs parted in invitation to Pete's salaciously teasing
finger.  She was ready right then... ready for anything and everything, as she
had never been before in her life.  Unhesitatingly, Pete's whole hand went in
between her thighs to cup her entire pussy.  He massaged caressingly, feeling
the viscous moisture gathered on the tiny peeping petals of her inner lips soak
into the palm of his hand.  Above, a satisfied smile split Pete's face as he
nuzzled into the velvet-like skin of her softly swelling breast.  Damn!  She's
hot!  A real pushover... and I'm really going to dig her!  Man!  She's really
something else!  He never would have believed that their plan could have worked
out so easily had Tim not encouraged him... and now it was all working out so
perfectly.  Now, his probing middle finger sought the tiny moist opening of her
vagina, slipping it easily up inside her, and he was rewarded by the
unmistakable undulation of her hips up against his hand, a mute signal on her
part in body language, meaning: More!  More!  MORE!

      Then, her own hands were stealing down on either side, finding and
grasping the thick hardness of a cock with each, her delicate fingers trying to
encircle them and finding it impossible.  She settled for using her thumbs to
rub around the silky tips, spreading the thick moisture that seeped from the
tiny slits of them all around their exposed, spongily bloated heads, and try as
she might, Julie could not distinguish between them. Each of the long hard
cocks she caressed seemed equal in every way to the other.  Slowly, her hands
moved up and down each of the huge rods of flesh in an attempt to stroke them
to even greater hardness.  It was sensually thrilling in the extreme when she
felt first Pete's then Tim's massive hands, seeming to expand and move much as
she imagined they would.

      Down between her quivering ready thighs, widespread now to Pete's
titillating hand, she felt a second invading finger buried alongside the first
deep up inside her searing cunt, while his palm massaged slowly and vigorously
up and down the short hard length of her sensation-filled clitoris.  She was
close to exploding orgasm already, yet neither of the two men's long hard cocks
had entered her.  She seemed to hang in delicious anticipation, a delirious
expectancy that seemed to go on and on, for now Pete's mouth, which had sucked
hard and long on her breast's sensation-ridden nipple, causing intense surges
of heated sensuality to stab at her needful loins, moved away from her breast,
leaving it wet and turgid, and it pushed downward across her belly, his tongue
dipping momentarily into the shallow dimple of her navel before moving on
downward, ever downward, kissing her moistly all the way, until he was there at
the softly curling upper fringe of her pubic hair.

      It was then that Pete's lust inciting fingers came out of her heated
cuntal opening, while at the same time, Tim withdrew his mouth from her's and
momentarily sucked her lower lip into his mouth before moving on down to
capture her other nipple.  His hands mauled and massaged the tender aching
flesh of its twin, which Pete had just deserted.  Now, continuous mewling moans
emitted from her lips rising from deep in her chest, and her breath came in
uncontrolled gasps of pleasure as below she felt Pete's strong hands splaying
wide her thighs.  Now!  It's going to happen... n-now!  He's going to shove it
in... a-and do it... to m-me!  It was what she wanted, but vaguely there was a
tiny lingering doubt....  But, it's so big!  God!  It'll tear me apart! Pete's
body was shifting then, and reluctantly she was forced to let go of his huge
hardened rod of pulsing man-flesh.  She felt him down there between her
quivering thighs, as he held her wide open to him, and she knew that in only a
moment or two his cock would cleave her and bring her to ecstatic orgasm.

      "Oh," she groaned, "do it, Pete!  Hurry!  "Do what, baby?" he grinned
lewdly down into her face.  "Do you want to be fucked... now?"

      "Yes!  Ooooooooooh, yes!" she breathed.

      "Then why don't you say it?"

      "All right, damn you!  Fuck me!" Julie spat.  "Fuck m-me... right now!"

      "Did you hear that Tim?  She wants to be fucked!  Do you think I ought to
fuck her now?"

      Tim lifted his head from her breast, "I don't know Pete.  Do you think
she's ready?"

      "Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!  I-I'm more than ready!" Julie said, feeling
frustrated now as they teased her.

      "No, man!  She's not really ready, yet!  I think she needs something
else... before she gets it!"

      "No!  God, I want you!  I want you t-to shove your cock into my cunt...
and fuck me... now!" Julie babbled, her hips gyrating up at Pete imploringly.

      "Not yet," Pete told her, his eyes devouring the flowered open hole of
her vagina, seeing it moist and pink and clasping with involuntary contractions
of desire.  "I'm going to lick that cute little cunt of yours... until you flip
right out of your skull."

      "And, while he's doing that, you can take care of me!" Tim added, looking
down into her face with a twisted smile of lewd anticipation.

      "D-do you mean...?"

      "Exactly!  You're going to suck my cock!"

      Tim, too, was moving then, forcing her to relax her grip on the hardened
length of his penis, as he straddled her chest with a knee at either side of
her head.  The velvet tip of his blood-filled cockhead, showing bright scarlet
with his throbbing passion, brushed lightly across her lips.

      "Please... n-no!"

      Just then, below, Julie  felt  Pete's  warm  breath wash over the exposed
moistness of her cuntal furrow.

      "You have a choice?" Tim rasped out at her.

      Julie knew that it was a rhetorical question.  She would like to think
she had a choice.  Below, Pete's warmly moist tongue made electrically charge
contact with the hard bud of her sensitive clitoris.  She moaned, and her loins
undulated up against Pete's face.  "Ooooooohhhhhhhhh!"

      Her mouth was open, her lips rounded, and on the instant, Tim, kneeling
above her, guided the pulsing head of his cock between her lips.  There was no
choice for her.  Inexorably, it pressured its way into her mouth, forcing her
to widen her jaws to the limit to accept the whole of its bloated head.

      Then, Julie was floating in a half-real world, seemingly bounded on all
sides with delicious sex sensations, her whole body swimming in ecstasy, as now
Pete's tongue stabbed deep into her vaginal opening to run in probing circles
just inside the overheated portal, inciting her to even greater heights of
desire, while at the same time her own mouth was busy, her lips turned in
around the thick circumference of Tim's warmly throbbing cock and her tongue
swirling in delightful circles all around its expanded head.  She didn't know
how long she could stand the torture of being so stimulated.  Her nerve endings
were sensitively raw, her whole body responding to the two men, who were
evidently in no rush to bring her to the orgasmic heights she craved... the way
she wanted it, with hard cock-flesh thrusting deeply into her moistly demanding
cunt.

      Deeper into her mouth and throat, Tim shoved the massive length of his
cock, sawing it in and out slowly between her eagerly sucking lips, until
finally the sandy curling hair of his loins was being pressed against her nose.
Julie wanted it that way, after only a few moments.  She wanted to suck his
cock... wanted to take the whole of it deep into her throat... wanted to give
pleasure in return, for now Pete was concentrating on her clitoris, his tongue,
pointed and hard, drumming a rapid tattoo up and down its short, turgid length.

      Suddenly, she was rising on swift wings of passion toward release, her
body convulsing, loins gyrating crazily up to Pete's slaving lips and tongue
that drove her absolutely wild.  She wanted to open her own mouth and scream
out her delirious pleasure, but it was filled completely with the huge mass of
Tim's throbbing, deeply thrusting cock.  Her scream gurgled in her throat as
she came. OOOOOooooooooooh!  Godddddddddd!  I'm cummmmmiiiiinnnnng!  Already!

      AAAAA aaaaa uuuuu ggg hhh!"

      With animal desperation, she tried to free her mouth of Tim's thick
length, her head twisting from side to side, but now his hands on either side
of her head held her securely in place.  Her orgasm washed surgingly through
her body for several moments before she finally relaxed, her hips settling back
into the soft mattress... but still it went on and on.

      "Hey, man, she came already!" Tim grunted.

      Pete lifted his face from between her still widespread but now quieted
thighs, his lips glistening moistly from the viscous dew of her pussy and said,
"Yeah, I know... she really climbed the walls didn't she?"

      "Well, hell, Pete... if you're not going to fuck her, let a real man get
a shot at that hot little cunt!"

      "Be my guest, I'm saving the best for last!  Anyway, she's just getting
warmed up.  I think the little bitch'll keep cumming all morning!"

      Julie heard but didn't understand all that they were saying. Her senses
were attuned to the delicious workings of her orgasm-scorched body; however,
somehow she knew that it was only the beginning, knew that the two potently
virile men had only been toying with her, for now they were shifting and
re-positioning themselves.  For an anxious moment she worried, not knowing what
they were going to do next.  As Tim raised himself above her to pull the
hardened length of his penis from her still nibbling lips, he looked down at
her through lust-filled liquid eyes and told her.  "Now, you'll really get it,
baby... get exactly what you've been asking for!"

      Staring up at him through swimming eyes, she murmured.  "Oh, I-I hope
so..."

      "See what I mean?  She loves it!" Pete chortled.  "You really dig it
don't you, Julie?"  Pete loomed above her, replacing Tim's image, as the
shorter swarthy-skinned man slid away to crawl in between her expectantly
excited thighs...  Especially the two for one deal you're getting!"

      "I-I didn't want it... but now I can't help myself.  I-I just don't
understand... why..."

      "Why?  For fun!  It is fun isn't it... having both of us tucking you?"

      "Y-yes... but..."

      Just then, she felt Tim picking up her hand and guiding it to the shaft
of his saliva-moistened cock.  "Here you go, baby.  Why don't you put my cock
in that hot little cunt of yours?"

      Greedily, her hand tightened on it, and she felt again its enormous girth
and length.  Her hand trembled with both fear and excitement.  She did it.  She
obeyed the implicit command in Tim's question.  Her fingers directed the
lust-filled head of his cock to the fully flowered opening of her palpitating
vagina, the contact of its tip with the coral-hued flesh of her tender cunt
sending lightning flashes of new-born sex sensations crowding into her
desperately hungering loins.

      Pete, kneeling beside her, leaned in closer to watch as his friend flexed
his hips and forced the blood-swollen head of his cock into her tiny cunt's
mouth.  He saw her stretched cruelly, and grinned to himself as she gasped out
in anguish, "Oh God!  Its t-too big!"

      "Not really!" Pete Howard laughed.  "Go on, Tim!  Give it to her!  Shove
it all the way in!"

      With delight Tim did it.  He flexed his legs powerfully, digging his toes
into the mattress, and slammed the ponderous shaft of his demanding cudgel deep
up into her blazing pussy, his hard pubic bone crashing painfully into hers, as
the massive head of his cock was blunted against the far back wall of her
vagina. It was all there up inside of her, filling her, stretching her. It
hurt!  God!  It hurt!  "OOO oooooo aaaa hhhhhhh!" she groaned, tears flooding
into her eyes.  "You're tearing me... in two!"

      "Really?" Tim grinned, pleased.  He expanded it deep inside her a couple
of times before beginning a slow in and out fucking motion that brought his
hardened cock out of her until only the head nestled at her cuntal opening, and
on the inward up-stroke all of its massiveness was buried far lip in her
rapidly palpitating channel.

      Pete watched gleefully.  "Beautiful!" he murmured, reaching out to fondle
the softly resilient mounds of her breasts one by one.

      At first, Julie felt as though she had been invaded by a huge
rough-barked log.  Every bit of her still overheated cunt was filled with
hardened man-flesh and when Tim began to plunge it back and forth, ever so
slowly, deep into her clasping sensate vaginal canal, it was only a very few
moments before she was riding an accelerating rocket toward another orgasm. She
couldn't believe it... couldn't believe the marvelous sensations being created
in her by his magnificent cock working in her.

      "Oh, fuck me, Tim!  Fuck me!  Hard!" she groaned.

      Instinctively, she pulled her knees back until her thighs were mashing
hard against the tender aching globes of her breasts, at the same time, she
splayed them wider to offer up to him the whole plane of her pussy, asking
mutely that he give her absolutely all of his lengthy hardness.  Then, her hips
were rising to meet him counteringly to absorb his cock to the fullest,
longest, hardest, deepest extent.

      Julie was in a seventh heaven of sex, completely oblivious to everything
else, her whole being focused only upon the sensual excitement of it all, and
her hands went up and around to Tim's buttocks, straining to pull him deeper
and faster into her searingly wanting pussy.

      "Deeper!  Harder!  Faster!" she mewled, her lips parted now as her breath
came short and fast in her laboring lungs.

      Then, as the young man above her began to drive into her at a faster
pace, every plumbing thrust going deeper, her own blood pumped faster and every
fiber of her sex-stimulated body strove for a second fulfilling orgasm.

      Suddenly, she was aware of something else.  Pete, kneeling there beside
her... who up till then had been content to watch, saving himself... saving the
best for last -- she remembered him saying... was caressing her softly rounded
ass-cheeks, his hands massaging the straining flesh.  The something else was
like a rocket booster to her passion; his fingers grazed lightly over the
brownish puckered flesh of her anus.  Tentatively, the pad of his probing
middle finger pushed at the sensitive flesh.  Her first reaction was a moaning
request for him to stop, but then when without warning his middle finger thrust
into her rear passage up to the first joint, she knew that it was something she
wanted -- perverse as that desire might be.

      "Y-yes!"  OOOOO oooo hhhh, God... yes!  Shove your finger up my ass,
Pete!  Shove it the way," she screamed.

      His finger went in all the way to his palm, deep into the soft sponginess
of her rectum, and he could feel the huge bulge of his buddy's cock, as it
moved in and out of her vagina, through the thin partition of flesh, while at
the same time Tim's hairy, tightly drawn-up scrotal sac swept across the back
of his hand.

      No sooner had he plunged his outstretched middle finger up into her anus
than she was convulsing in orgasm under the dual invasion of her loins.

      "OOOOO hhhhh aaaaa hhhhh!  I'm mmmmm cummmmm iiiii nnnnnn ggggg!  Oh,
God!  Yes!  AAAAA aaaaa uuuuu ggggg hhhhh!"

      Above her, Tim grinned his pleasure at the sound of her scream of ecstasy
and continued to pound deeply into her clasping and unclasping cuntal canal.
Then, she sank down into the mattress and was still, her thighs flopping wide
and uncontrolled on either side of her.  Her eyes were closed, her face
contorted with the intensity of her emotional release.

      "Hey, Tim, she came already!" Pete said excitedly; then noticing the
stillness of her body, he went on.  "Do you think she's fainted on us?"

      "No man, nothing like that.  You ought to feel the way her cunt's milking
my cock!  Wow!  That's something else!" Inexorably, Tim continued his
plundering thrusts deep and hard up into her satiated vaginal vault.

      Julie heard them thinly through the blood pounding in her ears, and her
eyes fluttered open.  She moaned, as she realized that Tim, poised above her
and still thrusting the enormous rod of his cock deep into her, had not cum...
yet.  It was to go on and on... and on, endlessly.

      "All right, Tim, time to change!" Pete grinned, ripping his finger from
her anus with a slight hiss.

      "Hell!  I haven't cum, yet!"

      "Let her suck you off, buddy!  I've waited long enough!"

      But it's just starting to get good, man!" Tim objected.

      "Crawl off, Tim!  I'm taking over, now!" Pete said, steel in his voice,
now.  "You seem to forget our agreement."

      With some reluctance, Tim pulled the hard pulsing length of his penis
from the liquid depths of her pussy.  "O.K. have it your way!" he grumbled...
"but I want to shift her around."

      Momentarily, Julie felt abandoned as together the two men moved her
around in the big bed under Tim's direction.  "There... just like that!"

      It was a slightly uncomfortable position.  They had placed her at the
foot of the bed, her shoulders on the edge of the mattress and her head hanging
down over the end.  She was on her back, her legs still splayed; no sooner was
she in place to suit Tim than she felt Pete's hips wedge themselves down
between her trembling thighs and the full hardened length of his cock replaced
Tim's in her overheated cuntal channel.

      And, there was no telling them apart.  Pete's was just as long, it's
great girth stretching her just as cruelly, it's hard shaft punishing her loins
just as effectively.  And he did take over where Tim left off, going into her
with bone-jarring power, his powerful thrusts bringing her quickly up to that
same plateau of imminent orgasm again.

      She found out within moments why Tim had positioned her as he had, for
now he was kneeling on the piled up pillows, his rangy cock lurching with his
desire, as he held it in one hand and guided its bloated head toward her lips.
"Open your mouth, again, doll!  You're going to suck me off... all the way this
time!"

      Looking at him upside down, Julie could only moan out her understanding,
her lips rounded automatically to accept the lust-filled cock-head he offered
her.  Deep into her mouth she took it, tasting the moist tang of her own cunt,
and she began sucking greedily on the massive rod that had been giving her so
much pleasure... that had brought her to the second of her soul-searing
releases just moments before.  God!...  And, I'm going to cum... again, in just
a little while!

      The three were attuned to each other now it seemed.  Above her, Pete
Howard fucked deep into her demanding cunt, and the blonde girl in turn, her
thighs spread wide and pulled up hard against her chest, fucked him back, her
loins undulating up to him hungrily.  Completing the trio, the sandy-haired Tim
knelt on the pillows at the foot of the bed with his hard cock-flesh buried
deep in Julie's desperately sucking, upside down mouth, as her head hung back
and down over the edge of the mattress.  Savagely, Tim's hips drove in and out
of her oral cavern his sandy-hair covered loins bruising her tender lips.

      Luckily, for her, it was Tim who came first.  He stiffened and held
himself rigid as he felt the fiery liquid race through the hardened tube of his
cock to explode in a cascade deep into her throat.  Somehow, she managed to
swallow it, her throat working desperately.

      "AAAAA aaaaa uuuuu ggggg hhhhh!"  Tim groaned.  "That's it baby!  Keep on
sucking!"

      She did.  She sucked and swallowed greedily until every last drop of his
hot white semen had disappeared down her throat; finally, he sat back on his
heels and pulled the glistening rod of his satiated and now deflating penis
from between her wet lips with an appreciative grin.  "Wow!  You're out of
sight!"

      Just as her mouth was clear, Julie wailed.  "Put me back up on the bed!"

      Pete stopped only long enough to rear back, walk backward on his knees,
grasp her by the hips and haul her bodily toward the middle of the bed; then,
he thrust back into her, his hands forcing her knees back until they framed her
now contorting face. Strands of her mussed blonde hair strung out across her
face, as her head swung from side to side in helpless response to yet another
earth-shaking orgasm.

      "00000 oooo hhhhh  I'm mmmmm cuuuummmmmuuunnnngg!
aaaaaggghhhhhhiiiiinnnnn  Aaaaaauuuuuggghhhhhh!"

      She convulsed under him as great molten flows of lava enveloped her body,
her legs going limp, eyes sightless and her ears stopped, her whole being
concentrating only on the deliciously sensual sensations of her orgasm.

      But still Pete pounded deep up into her, his speed faster, the enormous
length and girth of his cock rousing her once again and bringing her to the
heights of yet another and more profound release, before he himself finally
came to end it all. It was only after she had again wailed out her ecstasy,
that the black-haired man suddenly began a jackhammering pace and then reared
back and let out a deep agonized groan.  "Ohhhhh," he rasped.  "God!
AAAAARGGHHH... I'm cummiinnnggg!"

      And the helplessly pinioned girl could feel his cock stiffening even
more, and then it spewed out spurt after spurt of white-hot viscous cum which
jetted against the still quivering walls of her eagerly sucking pussy.

      Julie was left in a euphoric coma of sexual satisfaction, she had never
before been transported to such heights of sensual bliss and she almost didn't
want it to end, she felt that she could have gone on and on traveling in the
universe, stars bursting behind her closed eyes.  Never, in her wildest
imagination could she have imagined such absolute satisfaction, Pete and Tim
had fulfilled her, had satiated her totally.  She knew that she wanted to see
them both again and again... she wouldn't allow them to slip away from her...
not for a long, long time!


                              UnhlyLst.txt -- 5/6

                                 An Unholy Lust
                                   Chapter 5

      Julie was surprised to awaken the following morning to the smiling face
of Philip Randolph bending over her bed, she looked around hastily, good, no
tell-tale signs of Pete or Tim were visible.

      "How did you get here Philip," she gasped, being fully aware that the
ferry didn't get in until the middle of the day.

      "Oh easy Julie, with money you can do anything you want, I just hired a
fishing boat to bring us across the sound, simple. How are you my dear, the
sea-air seems to be agreeing with you I must say," he leered, his lascivious
eyes greedily lapping up Julie's firm white melon-like breasts, fully visible
from beneath the sheets.

      "Fine, oh fine," Julie answered, pulling the sheet up over her quivering
breasts, not fully understanding why she didn't want him to look at her, having
been only too happy to be fucked by him just a few days earlier.  Could it be
that the experience with Pete and Tim has turned me off sex with Philip, she
wondered. Suddenly Julie heard a clanging sound out in the kitchen, "Who's
that?" she questioned Philip.

      "Oh that, it's Sylvia, my secretary, she came with me to the house to do
some work.  You don't mind do you my dear?"

      "No... not at all," Julie replied, a little hesitantly.

      "Well... I thought you'd probably be out sunning on the beach most of the
time and we wouldn't disturb you."

      "Oh, it's fine," Julie replied, not fully understanding why she was
feeling so strange about another woman being in the house. I don't know what it
is, she mused to herself, but there's something different about Philip, unless
I'm mistaken, he's been making love to his secretary, he's nervous about
something that's for sure!

      Julie hoped that she would get out onto the beach before Pete and Rick
stopped by the house, they had arranged to meet the following morning and Julie
didn't want Philip prying into her affairs.  She hoped that if Rick and Pete
did come to the house, they'd be cool at least... but she needn't have worried,
neither of the young men came to the house.

      After a rather strained, silent breakfast, Julie announced that she was
going out onto the beach.  "I'm taking some lunch with me, so don't expect me
back until early afternoon," she called to Philip and Sylvia as she left the
house.  Julie was convinced by now that Philip and Sylvia had been making love,
it was so obvious from the sly glances they gave each other. Obviously Philip's
regretting he ever invited me to his house, she fumed.  Well... I'll come back
in a little while and check up on what's going on... unless I'm very much
mistaken, I'm going to catch them fucking.

      Julie had been on the beach only about fifteen minutes when Pete and Rick
turned up, "Hello beautiful, you look sad," grinned Pete rubbing her back
affectionately, "what's wrong, doll?"

      "Nothing really, except that Philip's here, you know the man that owns
the house and he has his secretary with him."

      "Ummmmmm, is she as beautiful as you," Tim drooled.

      "Lay off it Tim," Pete insisted.  "Listen doll, if you want to go back to
the mainland today you could go with us, I've got some business to attend to in
town.  Want to come with us?"

      "Yes," said Julie immediately, not wanting to lose touch with either of
the men.  "Look I've got to go back to the house now, why don't I meet you at
the dock at noon, there is a ferry then, isn't there?"

      "Sure, it's settled then, you'll come back with us... good, baby, because
believe me, Tim and I have definitely decided not to let you slip away from us,
you luscious sexy piece of womanhood," Pete growled, cupping Julie's breast
with his large hand and squeezing it sensually.

      "Oh stop," giggled Julie, "save it for later."

      "You are a minx, a sexy minx," Rick grinned lewdly.

      "It's taken you two to bring it out believe me," Julie said seriously, "I
was beginning to think I'd sort of shriveled up and died sexually.  First
Philip Randolph melted the ice and then you two practically blew a volcano
under me.  No wonder I've been so miserable lately, it's because my husband
hasn't been making love to me."

      "Well just you let me talk to your dumb husband, baby, and I'll set him
straight, one thing is true, give a woman a good fuck every day of her life and
she'll be your devoted slave."

      "Oh you male egotist," grinned Julie.  "It's true isn't it?"

      "I'm ashamed to admit, it is," Julie sighed, "at least I feel completely
different since you two made such beautiful love to me... well, see you later."

      Pete and Tan watched Julie scramble up over the dune and then disappear
in the direction of the house.  "Now, there goes one hell of a woman," sighed
Pete.

      "Whew, you can say that again," grinned Tim.

      "Now, there goes one hell of a woman," Pete smiled broadly.

      "Oh shut up, you mad-man, I didn't mean it that way."

      "Nonetheless, it's true.  Say, what are we going to do about seeing her
in Manhattan?"

      "Don't worry, leave everything to me, that little lady is certainly not
going to slip out of our grasp.  I wonder if she'd go for a fully fledged orgy.
Maybe we have a stag party when we get back, say half a dozen men and Julie...
how does that sound?

      "Terrific," grinned Pete Howard, "really terrific!"

                                  *    *    *

      Julie crept up by the side of the house and slipped in by the kitchen
door.  She couldn't hear the sound of a typewriter, in fact at first she
couldn't hear a thing... then slowly she began to hear soft sounds coming from
the bedroom.

      Just as I thought, she fumed to herself, something is going on with those
two.  She tiptoed to the bedroom, it was unmistakable, the sounds coming from
within and she felt her stomach knot up with anger, even though she knew she
had no right to be angry.  She and Philip had no agreements with each other,
still, he had been her lover only days before!

      The bedroom door was slightly open and quietly Julie moved towards it and
peered around the edge of the door.  A debauched, orgiastic scene confronted
her.  Philip was there on the bed with Sylvia and they were both entirely
naked!

      "Allright Sylvia baby, move your cute little ass," she heard Philip
growl.

      He was on his back, kneeling over his torso, facing toward his feet was
Sylvia, her long chestnut hair hanging down over one shoulder and she craned
her neck to see the long hardened cock of the man beneath her lancing straight
up into her tiny vagina.  Her breasts, Julie saw, were small and firm, high on
her chest and well-spaced and as she watched, Philip's hands came around under
her arms and clutched at them greedily while at the same time, he guided her up
and down on the huge rod of his penis.

      Completely spellbound, unable to tear herself away, Julie watched as that
marvelous cock -- the same one that had brought her so much pleasure,
disappeared upward into his secretary's cunt, except for a tiny stretch of it
visible above his tightly drawn up scrotal sac.  At that moment, Julie could
have scratched the little bitch's eyes out... but what good would that do?

      Then Julie noticed Sylvia's hand, slide back through the white curving
columns of her thighs, the fingers searching for and finding the short,
hardened bud of her clitoris.  Eagerly, the finger rubbed caressingly, and as
she watched, Julie became aware of the moisture seeping down into her own
panties, the warmth being generated down there permeating her whole belly.  It
was completely unwanted, and she toyed briefly with the idea of throwing all
pride aside, tearing off her own clothing and joining them on the bed.  But she
couldn't do it... she wanted to leave and she wanted to stay.  Her eyes widened
as she watched thrust going deeper, her own blood pumped faster and every fiber
of her sex-stimulated body strove for a second fulfilling orgasm.

      Suddenly, she was aware of something else.  Pete, kneeling there beside
her... who up till then had been content to watch, saving himself... saving the
best for last-she remembered him saying... was caressing her softly rounded
ass-cheeks, his hands massaging the straining flesh.  The something else was
like a rocket booster to her passion; his fingers grazed lightly over the
brownish puckered flesh of her anus.  Tentatively, the pad of his probing
middle finger pushed at the sensitive flesh.  Her first reaction was a moaning
request to stop, but then when without warning his middle finger thrust into
her rear passage up to the first joint, she knew that it was something she
wanted-perverse as that desire might be.

      "Y-yes!  0000ooooooooooh,  God... yes!

      Shove your finger up my ass, Pete!  Shove it in all Philip's cock
plunging in and out of the girl's quivering vagina. "Philip, make me cum,"
sobbed Sylvia, "oh baby, make me cum!"

      "Uuuuuugggggghhhhhh!" groaned Philip, his lust-contorted face grinning
sadistically.  "Make you cum again baby, like last night, you want to cum like
that again?"

      Oh thought Julie, so it's true, they've been lovers before, no wonder she
was so uptight with me the first day I went into the gallery, and the second
time come to think of it.  Oh God!  I've got to get out of here now, I can't
wait until noon, I'll just pack my things up and wait at the restaurant until
the ferry comes.  I never want to see Philip Randolph again as long as I live!

                              UnhlyLst.txt -- 6/6

                                 An Unholy Lust
                                   Chapter 6

      Julie, Pete and Tim took the noon ferry back to Long Island, picked up
Pete's car and on a whim decided that instead of hitting the island early in
the afternoon, they would drive out to Amagansett, visit a friend, have a
leisurely dinner, then hit town later in the evening.

      It was almost 9:00PM when Pete's car swung into the West 11th Street,
they were all rather tired and Julie had intended to tell them both that she
was exhausted and would rather leave it to another day to visit.  She knew that
both of them wanted to fuck her, it was obvious from their lewd remarks,
although most of them were made in jest, Julie knew they were both horny.  She
was a little horny too, but most of all she was exhausted.  She was still
suffering from hurt pride, it had upset her more than she thought it would
seeing Philip Randolph fucking his secretary. She knew it was unreasonable of
her, after all she hardly knew Philip and she herself had been fucked by both
Pete and Tim... still, she didn't care if it was unreasonable, she was hurt,
nonetheless!

      She was about to say goodnight to the two men when she noticed that
almost all the lights were on in the studio, one of the windows was open and
loud, blaring rock and roll music could be heard blasting through it.  Randy
must be home, she thought to herself, damn!  I'm just not ready for a scene.

      "Pete and Tim, it seems my husband is home and is having some kind of a
party up there, would you mind coming upstairs with me, I don't want a scene.
Somehow I'd feel a lot safer if you two were with me."

      "Sure, we don't mind," the two young men echoed.  "Besides we're always
in the mood for the party."

      As soon as Julie opened the door to her studio she was appalled, there
were bodies everywhere.  Her artwork had all been pushed into one comer and
there were people fucking everywhere. She stood at the doorway for a moment,
before Randy, her husband saw her.

      "Well surprise, surprise... listen everyone, I'd like you to meet my
wife, the famous artist Julie Moore."

      One or two heads turned to look at her but then continued to fuck once
again. "How dare you do this in my studio," hissed Julie.

      "Oh come on baby, don't be such an old stick-in-the mud, didn't you know,
orgies are the latest thing.  Who are these side-kicks anyway?"

      Before Julie could answer, Pete had introduced himself and Tim, "Listen
buddy," she heard him say, "this is our kind of a party, if you know what I
mean.  Mind if we stay?"

      "Not at all, the more the merrier," grinned Randy lewdly. "How about a
drink for everyone?"

      "Sure... scotch and soda."

      Both Pete and Tim took Julie firmly by the arm now and led her to the
couch.  After Julie had sat down she realized that a couple were on the mat in
front of her, the girl was almost naked and she saw the black-haired man with
her plunging his hand into her panties and thrusting his fingers up into her
warmly palpitating vagina.  Julie felt totally grossed out and looked away but
it was no use, everywhere she looked she saw copulating couples.

      Suddenly she realized that Tim was fumbling with the buttons of her
blouse, she glanced down at his crotch and saw that he already had a huge bulge
pounding against the tightness of his jeans.  She knew now that she couldn't
escape this nightmare... somehow or other she, had walked into the lion's den,
it was almost as if Pete and Tim were in cohorts with Randy and yet she knew
that that was impossible, it was just that they were of a like mind.  Seeing
what was going on, obviously the two of them had decided to join in.  It wasn't
that she didn't want either of them, she just didn't want them in public.  Then
she saw her husband Randy moving towards them with a tray of drinks.

      Julie could hardly believe that Randy had had the nerve to come back to
the studio in the first place, she knew that she should have been very angry
with him but somehow she couldn't... she couldn't remember now what they had
quarreled about in the first place, something about his having other women, oh
yes, that was it.  Well now, I'm no better than he is, she thought sadly to
herself, I've had three men in the past week and thoroughly enjoyed myself and
yet I can't deny that Randy can still twist my heartstrings... oh God! she
groaned inwardly, what's it all about anyway, this loving?

      Randy motioned Pete out of the seat next to Julie and sat down next to
her.  He handed her her drink and then whispered into her ear, "Hope you're
ready baby, but we've got a skin flick coming up.  Get the lights Frank," he
called to a tall greasy looking youth in the corner of the room.

      "A skin flick, in my studio," gasped Julie.

      "Shut up and watch," growled Randy, "and drink up, there's lots more."

      Mutely Julie obeyed, wondering why she had never seen this side of
Randy's character before.  She glanced up at the screen and saw a girl, totally
naked, her legs spread-eagled towards the camera, stroking her clitoris gently
with one hand and caressing her breast with the other.  She was disgusted, she
couldn't imagine any decent, respectable woman doing that to herself! Despite
herself however, Julie was becoming aroused by the lewd display before her
widened eyes.  She felt Randy now fumbling with the rest of her blouse buttons
and she vaguely thought about resisting him but something perverse inside of
her told her to be still.

      "You are going to get it good from me tonight baby.  I've been thinking
about this since you left, so I had other women but it didn't mean that I
didn't want you a lot of the time... hell what could I do, you with a fucking
paint brush always in your hand.  Oh Randy, my work, my work, shit, that's all
I heard for months.  Well, baby, a man gets sick and tired of that bullshit."
She felt his hungry hands unhooking her brassiere now, his hot greedy hands
clutching and pummeling at her breasts.

      Desperately Julie cast her eyes around the room, she couldn't believe
that Randy was fondling her this way in front of everyone. Yet, no-one seemed
to notice, they were all too busily engaged in their own sexual pursuits.  Most
of the girls were completely naked now, she could see lots of erect penises and
one girl even had her mouth plunged over the man of her choice.  Julie was
repulsed and pulled her eyes away.  She looked into Randy's face now and read
raw-desire.  She looked at Tim and his face was contorted with the same kind of
Just.  Oh no... she thought not a gangbang, not me!

      Randy and Tim pulled her to her feet now, her skirt was pulled off, Randy
hooked his fingers into the waistband of her sheer panties and pulled them down
over her hips.

      "Man, thanks for letting us join in," grinned Tim.

      "Don't mention it buddy, I told you the more the merrier!" grinned Randy
lewdly.

      Julie was beside herself now and tried to cover her body with her hands
but to no avail.  "Randy please, why are you doing this?" she pleaded.

      "To teach you a lesson baby.  If you had given me a little more time
instead of your fucking canvases, we wouldn't have drifted so far apart.  A man
wants his woman at home, ready and willing to fuck whenever he wants it!"

      The lights were suddenly turned up in the room and the movie was over so
that Julie could be seen clearly crouching on the floor.  She looked up to see
that Pete was already stripped to his shorts.  Then she looked back to her
husband as he lowered his shorts to expose the massively solid length of his
cock.  "Okay baby, you can suck me off for a start," he growled.  "You've never
done it for me baby and I want it."

      Julie thought she would die, yet she knew that she was trapped.  Her
husband's blood-bloated cock wavered in front of her face, she felt her body
begin to quiver in spite of herself.  Oh God! no, she thought to herself, can
it be that I actually want this kind of humiliation?  Am I trying to punish
myself for some reason?

      "Randy can't we do this alone," she sobbed.

      "No...!" screamed Randy, "I want you to do it in front of everyone."

      "Oh God! thought Julie to herself.  He's sick, he must be deranged!

      "I said NOW Julie, start sucking my cock!"  He grasped the hardened shaft
of his penis and pressed it against Julie's lips. "Start sucking, now!"

      At that moment Julie felt Tim and Pete's hands begin to caress and fondle
her body, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples, sliding down her flanks
and over the round smoothness of her buttocks.  Then she felt Pete's hand creep
down over the flat plane of her belly and down to the lighting curling blonde
hair of her pussy.  Then, his outstretched middle finger was going down into
the rapidly heating furrow of her cunt.  His finger made lewdly stimulating
contact with the hardening bud of her clitoris, and unwanted sparks of passion
began to kindle in her... and, always there was the softly caressing hands of
Tim upon her breasts.

      Julie mewled moaningly, the sound coming from deep in her chest as the
fire in her loins spread, making her feel as though her whole body were
engulfed in flames of desire, as below, Pete stimulated her pussy, his fingers
sliding into her moistly heated vaginal opening.  In her mouth she could feel
her husband's thick cock lurch expandingly against her sucking lips.

      "Allright baby, that's enough!" she heard Randy mutter.  "Get down on all
fours now!"

      Abjectly, she obeyed.  Pete's fingers came out of her cuntal orifice, as
she moved into the new obscene position.  Her husband was kneeling behind her
now, his hands reaching down to spread the white globes of her smoothly rounded
buttocks wide apart.  She was sure that he was only going to enter her from the
rear, fuck her dog fashion.  They had done that many times.

      "Now," she heard him grunt, "I'm going to do something I've always wanted
to do... and you'd never let me!"

      "Wh-what...?" she twisted her head to look around at him, saw the lewd
smile on his face as he gazed raptly at her exposed anal opening.

      "You're going to get fucked in the ass!"

      "N-no!  Oh God, noooooo!"

      She jerked forward away from him, trying desperately to rise to her feet.

      "Hold her, damn it," Randy commanded to Tim and Pete.

      They grabbed her and forced her to kneel quietly on hands and knees while
her husband came in behind her again, his now cruel hands grasping at her
ass-cheeks and spreading them wide.

      She shivered with chilling fear as she felt the hot bloated head of her
husband's penis slide into the crevice of her ass to press against the
undefended and vulnerable opening of her anus. There was some excruciating
pressure against the virginal orifice. It hurt.  It hurt like hell!  She moaned
again like a trapped animal.  "Nooooooo!"

      Behind her, Randy shoved hard, and sweat popped out on his brow.  It hurt
him, too, but he was determined.  He was going to fuck his smart-ass wife right
in the ass.  He was going to have this victory over her... for once in their
life he was going to take the limelight!

      "Ooooooooooh, God, Randy, you're splitting me apart," she groaned through
tear-dimmed eyes.

      "First time always hurts baby, after that I'll be able to fuck you in the
ass at the drop of a hat!"

      Randy flexed his legs powerfully, and the mushroom shaped tip of his
brutalizing cock slipped part way into the dry, stoutly resisting hole of her
anus.  "Aaaaaaaiiiiigh!"

      Suddenly, his stiffened rod popped through the sphincter muscles, and the
whole of his cock-head disappeared inside her rectum, stretching it with
agonizing pain that made her want to retch.

      Her mouth opened in a tormented scream as the almost unbearable agony of
it permeated her loins.  Just at that moment a man she didn't even know guided
the lust-swollen head of his cock into her wide-open mouth.  Her scream was
muffled in her throat, and when she closed her jaws it was around the
surprising presence of hardened man-flesh.  Her first reaction was one of
revulsion. She wanted to bite it off.  Her teeth did nip at it, but the man
held her head between his hands and groused at her.  "Careful, baby-doll!  Just
suck at Jim's cock nice and easy!"  Carefully, she covered her teeth with her
lips and tentatively ran her tongue around the glans of his bloated penis,
tasting its tangy flavor in spite of her pain.

      She froze then, afraid to move, as behind her, her husband shoved harder,
and at least another two inches of his cock slid up into the spongy flesh of
her anal opening.  At the same time, one of the men kneeling beside her -- was
it Tim? -- slid his hand up the curvaceous softness of her inner thighs, his
hands massaging at her rapidly stimulating pussy.  Then, only moments later,
she felt his finger on the short, hard and sensitive bud of her sexual being,
caressing up and down the miniature phallus.  Surprisingly the fiery glow in
her loins had not been killed by the agonizing pain in her backside; on the
contrary, everything was heightened. Sex thrills sped along her nerve
endings... even in tortured tissues of her rectum.  God!  How she longed to
have the thick hardness of just one of those cocks surrounding her pounding up
into the hot depths of her cunt.  Then another hand slid its way over the soft
cringing moons of a buttock, it was Pete, she was pretty sure of that.  His
extended middle finger toyed there at the now hungrily opening entrance to her
vagina before going into her vaginal orifice to revolve around and around in
great circles just inside the coral mouth.  Then there were two fingers and
finally three that sawed in and out of her pussy like a thick, substitute cock.

      Then, automatically her loins were moving against the inciting fingers
inside her cuntal passage, but every move only served to bury her husband's
punishing cudgel all the deeper up into her resisting rear passage.  All of a
sudden with a loud smack, Randy had thrust with all his might to bury the whole
turgid length of his cock up inside her warm, soft and completely defenseless
rectum.  He remained motionless as he expanded it deep inside her. it still
hurt... but now there was something else happening to her.  Her anal muscles
were relaxing, accommodating the unnatural presence, and the pain was being
replaced with an unbelievably intense desire, a desire for all to go on and on.

      Behind her, gloating in his carnal victory over her, Randy mumbled, "Now
Julie, you're going to get what's coming to you!" Lewdly, he began to saw in
and out of her, his cock boring deep up into the smooth sponginess of her now
fully relaxed rectum.

      Randy's fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her back and forth, his
hard, expanding cock going in and out of her like a powerful piston.  Already,
she felt raw and tender back there, however, it seemed to be bearable only
because of Pete's fingers fucking in and out of her inflamed pussy.  God! why
doesn't he use his cock?  She had to have it... had to have Pete's long,
rock-hard penis in her cunt, fucking her the right way.  And obviously, Randy
didn't seem to mind either Pete or Tim, in fact they were behaving like the
oldest of friends.

      Desperately, she twisted her head aside and cleared her mouth of Jim's
thick rod of flesh.  Mewingly, she gasped, "Oh God... fuck me!  Fuck me the
right way!  In my cunt... t-too."

      "No, baby!  You're going to get it like this, first!" Randy grunted.

      "Hey man, you heard her.  She wants a cock in her cunt, too!" It was
Tim's voice.

      "Back off Tim, this is my show," Randy growled.

      "Not anymore, buddy," Pete sneered, withdrawing his hand now from his
titillation of her clitoris.

      "Turn her over.  I'm going to fuck her in the cunt!" Pete's voice was
flinty.

      "Like hell you will!"

      "We will... even if we have to pull you off your own wife!"

      "You wouldn't dare!"

      "Oh, wouldn't we?  Just try us!"

      Suddenly alarmed, Randy realized that he didn't really know the two men
he was fighting with, perhaps they were tougher than he was, besides there were
two of them.  Maybe he'd better go a little easier.

      "A-all right, you win..." Randy said, "She'll get it double."

      "Triple!" Jim added.

      "That's right.  Triple!"  It was Tim speaking.  "Only, I'm the third one!
Move your ass out of there!"

      For the first time Julie realized what was going to happen to her.  She
had wanted a cock in her cunt but she hadn't anticipated this!  They going to
f-fuck me in every one of my openings... at the same time!

      Her husband wrapped his arms around her torso and rolled heavily to his
side, taking her with him; then as he went on over to his back, hands grasped
her and straightened her out on top of him, her smooth hollowed back pressing
down against his belly and chest, her legs splayed out obscenely on the outside
of his own while his huge, pulsing cock still lay deeply imbedded far up in the
heated confines of her anus.  She was hopelessly skewered and completely
helpless to resist as Pete crawled between her widespread thighs and grinned
down into her face, lewd desire for her in his eyes.  His legs spread her's
even farther apart, and as she looked down through the deep valley between her
soft mounded breasts, she saw that he was, indeed, aiming his hard,
pulse-throbbing cock at the moist, pressure-stretched mouth of her open cunt.

      "Ooooooh!  M-myyyyy Godddd!" Julie groaned as she felt the enormous shaft
of his cock go deeply into her in a rush, thrusting until his sperm-bloated
testicles slapped up hard against the cruelly stretched cheeks of her buttocks
where her husband's thick rod was buried equally as deeply in the dark channel
of her backside.  She winced now, not so much with the pain, which was
subsiding but with a deep sense of humiliation, sandwiched as she was between
two virile men who skewered her without mercy in both of the openings of her
loins.  It wasn't what she wanted... what she had asked for!

      Now, both heated cocks were pounding into her, Pete from above, slamming
down into her cunt and Randy stretched out beneath her, boring deep up into her
rectum.  She could feel them each plainly as they filled her to capacity with
fiery man-flesh.

      Momentarily, she had forgotten about Tim, but now he was there at her
side, curled around her's and Randy's heads on his side, and he was turning her
head where it rested in the hollow of her husband's shoulder.

      "Here you are Julie," Tim grunted.  "This'll make it three at once!"

      Julie resisted for a moment, trying to turn her face away from him, but
his fingers entwined in her hair to pull her head back into the position he
wanted while his other hand probed at her lips to force her mouth open.  The
smooth rubbery tip, all shiny red and pulsing with his lewd desire, teased
against her lips.  Resigned now to the inevitable, she rounded her lips and
allowed him to slide the massively turgid length of his cock into the moist
warm saliva of her mouth.  It went into her oral cavern the full length,
filling her cheeks completely with its fleshy hardness.  She gasped for breath
as its tip probed deep into her throat.

      Tim held her face firmly in place by his tight grip on her hair and began
to fuck brutally into her mouth, choking her and bruising her lips as the full
length of him dove in and out between her tightening lips.  She struggled to
breathe and found that she could barely get a gasping breath only on the
outstrokes. Dimly, she was aware of faces around her, faces showing salacious
desire, their eyes watching the lewd use to which she was being put.  There
were mumbled remarks and observations, most of them involving what he, or she
would do when his or her turn came. Julie realized with horror that almost
everyone had stopped their own fucking sessions to witness hers!

      She moaned around Tim's hard-driving cock with the realization that she
was being used like some cheap, street-walking whore... that she was being
humiliated, debased and debauched, and it seemed as if it had been going on for
eons of time already.  However, the very thought of three men -- one of them
her husband, Randy, fucking her so brutally at each of her bodily openings
began to excite her even more lewdly.  There was a strange hunger in her.  It
surged through her body and mind, an incongruous delight with what was
happening to her.

      Again, she groaned, her lips tightening hungrily around Tim's throbbing
cock fucking deep into her mouth and throat, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked
at it with salacious delight, her tongue swirling around and around it,
touching the rigid shaft with increased pleasure and lapping voraciously at the
pulsing head while below, her loins worked on oiled bearings, her buttocks
moving up and down against her husband's cock pounding up into her nakedly
defenseless anus.  From above, she absorbed Pete Howard's deeply gouging penis
into the fire-scorched channel of her pussy. All she wanted then was more, more
and more of it!

      Nothing else mattered.  Her mind was a blank to everything but those
marvelously long, thick and hard cocks fucking her, and she was enveloped in a
wild ecstasy she had never before known. Crazily, she moved with them, wanting
it to go on and on, yet wanting it to end of the most wonderful orgasm of her
life.  Th-three cocks... all at one time... and they're going to c-cum in me!
Oh dear God!  Oooooh!

      Yes!  That's what she wanted.  She wanted Tim's cum to jet into her
mouth... dribble down her throat in never-ending streams.  She could almost
taste the cum already... and below, Pete's cock would explode in her cunt,
flooding her, filling her with white-hot semen while beneath her, her husband's
obscene fucking of her anus would result in his hosing hot streams of cum deep
up into her rectum.  Idly, she wondered just how that would feel.
Instinctively, she knew that it would be soon.

      Already, she could feel Tim's cock bloating in her mouth, and she sucked
and tongued at it with wild, ecstatic abandon.  Oh, cum... cum... cum Tim!

      He did.  His cock burst like a hose under too much pressure, shooting hot
streams of creamy white semen deep into her throat. Her cheeks bloated, and she
swallowed desperately to keep from gagging as continuing jets of his cum spewed
endlessly into her mouth.  She heard Tim's moaning gasp of pleasure, and she
gulped and swallowed voraciously, not wanting to waste even a drop of his
precious life-liquid.  Even as she swallowed though, several tiny droplets of
his white viscous cum dribbled from the corner of her mouth.

      Julie felt an acute disappointment when Tim rolled away from her,
releasing his grip on her hair as his deflating cock pulled limply, moistly
from between her still sucking lips.  Thin sticky filaments of his warm, white
semen stretched and finally broke as they trailed from her lips to the head of
his rapidly shrinking penis.  Avidly she watched it; then just beyond Tim's
collapsed form she saw Jim and the girl with whom he had been sprawling on the
mattress earlier.  She was on her knees, facing Julie, her face a picture of
lust, as kneeling behind her, Jim also watching, was thrusting his cock deep
into her tight little pussy, fucking her animal-like.  His face too was
reflecting the fact that he was going to cum almost any moment

      Jim caught her gaze.  He blurted.  "Christ!  I couldn't wait any longer!"
His hair covered loins slap-slapped up against the girl's raised obscenely
rotating buttocks.

      Sandwiched between Pete and her husband, Julie was crazed now with a
feral wildness she never suspected in herself as she fucked back at the two
cocks jackhammering into her ever faster and faster.

      "Fuck me... hard!" she gasped.  "Fuuucccckkk meeeee!  Split me in two! Oh
God!  Keep it up... just like this.  Forever... and ever!"

      She was in an uncontrolled frenzy now.  Nothing else meant anything
except the lustful rapture of it all, and she knew that within moments it would
all explode inside her.

      "Come on!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Cum! Cum!" she
chanted, the moist slippery wails of her contracting cunt and rectum both
squeezing and contracting rhythmically like the sucking mouths of babes around
the twin battering rams ravishing her loins.

      Then Pete slaving above her began to mouth obscenities, his cock slamming
up into her with bone-crushing power, and she knew that he was cumming.

      "Aaaaaauuuugggghhh!  Christ!  I'm going to fill your hot little cunt with
cum, baby!  Oh baby!  That's it!  UUUUUggghhh!"

      And suddenly, Julie convulsed between them, her body writhing
uncontrollably as her own orgasm culminated in her, all of her senses deadened
to all but the wonderfully ecstatic sensations that surged through her body,
and she felt the expanding shaft of Pete's cock as it began to spurt his hot
white semen deep up into the clasping channel of her cunt.  Then he stiffened
over her, his cock jerking in the moistness of her pussy as it flooded his
semen into her.  She felt every delightful lurch and was aware of her own
involuntary milking muscles.

      As from a great distance, she heard her own bansee waiI of completion.
Aaaaaauuuuuggghhh!  I'm cummmmminnnnng!"

      Beneath her, Randy was only seconds behind them.  Now, his massive rod
was exploding deep in the forever-stretched passage of her anus.  Gushes of his
semen flooded hotly up into her belly. Then all three were quiet, relaxed,
collapsed in on each other, and there was no sound in the room except the
tortured breathing of three sets of lungs.  Silently and with a certain sense
of awe at what they had just witnessed, the circle of lust-incited men and
women moved in on her as Pete heaved himself from on top of her and rolled away
completely satiated.

      They lifted her from on top of her husband, Randy, and before she knew
what was happening, two strange men had stretched out on either side of her,
their hands caressing her, cupping up the velvety smooth mounds of her soft
breasts and tweaking the still hard nipples with their thumbs and forefingers.

      Someone trailed caressing hands down over her belly. Groggily, Julie
looked down to see that it was one of the girls, her breasts hanging down like
full ripe pears from her chest, as she crawled on all fours up between Julie's
white curving thighs, her eyes locked on the blonde hair-covered pussy that
only moments before was filled with the enormous mass of Pete's penis.

      The red-head pried Julie's thighs apart gently, "Mmmmmmmmnn! That's
nice!" she mewled deep in her throat.  "Now I'm going to lick you all hot
again."

      Julie didn't object, didn't resist as her thighs were splayed wide and
the hot, electric contact of the girl's tongue sent new sensations thrilling
through her.

      "Oooooooh, yes!  Oh God, yes!  Do it!  Lick my cunt!  God!" she moaned.
"I want everything!  Everything!"

      She got it.

      Julie actually lost count, there was no way that she could keep count.
She was stimulated and fucked, and fucked again by every young virile man there
as well as having engaged in several lesbian acts, licking and being licked. It
went on and on until Julie had no idea of time or space... all there were in
her universe were cocks and cunts and cocks and cunts.

      She felt strangely alive and different now, it was almost as if she were
filled with superhuman strength, she felt that she could go on and on forever,
that she would never tire, her pussy seemed to have an endless source of
delight locked away in it, no sooner had one man finished stimulating her than
another would come and it would begin all over again.

      And then she was suddenly back again at the beginning, everyone seemed to
have faded away and the familiar faces of her husband Randy, and her lovers
Pete and Tan loomed before her satiated eyes.

      "Ready for us again, baby," Randy grinned.  "Pete, Tim and I have been
talking and we've decided that we make it good together, how about another
roll?"

      Julie looked proudly at her husband, now she had no anger in her heart
for him she realized that she had been so involved in her own artistic career
that she had sadly neglected him.  She didn't blame him at all any longer for
the orgy, she was happy she felt that she had learned a truly meaningful
lesson.  From now on she would always share and always be available for her
husband, no matter what he wanted to do with her.  She was his, his entirely
and she was Pete's too as well as Tim's woman.  Obviously Randy didn't care, he
probably would be introducing her soon to his other girlfriends, why couldn't
they share that way, it would make them closer as a couple and they could only
grow from their loving, She felt freed, liberated from her old ideas of sexual
morality, it hadn't made either she or Randy very happy and she suspected it
hadn't made many of the other people in the room happy either.  It was all too
confining, this business of one and one together for ever, without any other
energy along the way... it was too easy for love to become stale that way, much
too easy. She would never let that happen to she and Randy again, she would
always make sure that he got what he wanted... always!

      "Yes," she grinned lewdly at her three favourite sexual partners, "I'm
ready, I'm really good and ready!


                                  The End

